Risk Taking

Miksa listened, responding by demonstrating the defenses as she prompted him. She could see that he wasn’t accustomed to raising his hackles at will, rather than by instinct alone, and made a side note in her mind to work on it with him, mismatched eyes roving over his stance and frame. At his nod, she smiled. He seemed to be a quick learner. At his embarrassed answer regarding his tail’s positioning, Surreal smiled again, gently. “It’s okay not to know something, Miksa. You can always learn it. No need to be embarrassed.” She shifted her position to he had a side profile view of her frame, and demonstrated the positioning of her tail.

“Our tails come in useful for balancing us; a flick of the tail at the right moment, say while you have one paw lifted in the front, or hind to stamp, hook or swipe at your opponent’s legs, can help you keep from toppling over. You can also tuck it to protect your belly and genitals from attack; the fluffy hairs can make a good buffer against teeth even if it might hurt like hell.. Tucking your tail can also defend the tail itself.” Her mismatched eyes flicked to his face, a smile brightening her expression. “Try the positions with yours; see what feels most comfortable. We’ll be sparring eventually at some point during your training.”

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