Risk Taking

As Miksa began his demonstration, the silver Adravendi watched and listened with keen eyes and ears, nodding as he listed those he knew. As he finished, she smiled. “You are. Try rolling your shoulders forward, and scrunching your neck back to add a layer of fat over your neck and bunch your scruff. On top of that, lift all of your hackles, from the back of your head to your tail.” She demonstrated as she spoke, lifting her hackles, letting her shoulders roll forward to guard her lower neck while she scrunched her neck back against her shoulders, rolling her scruff into a layer of defence. “These will make it more difficult for your opponents to get as good of a grip on you as they might wish for, and protects your vertebrae and nerves.” She described easily, taking her time to allow him a chance to absorb all she said.

“Now what of your tail? What defenses do you feel would best suit you?” Was he a more defensive fighter? Would his tail be tucked to protect his belly, or would he fight with his tail flung level with his spine for balance? She herself was the latter, tucking only when needed.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think