Healer, Healer, Fight For Me.

Regulus’ jaws parted in a happy pant as she settled into the squared stance. It wasn’t perfect, and like with his first time, it was slightly awkward, though for her it seemed that she just wasn’t used to having her paws apart that far. But as she looked to him after testing her weight, he grinned. She’d learn pretty fast; he was sure of that. Next, we work on protecting your throat. You’re pretty small, so you’ll have less to worry about where your throat is concerned, but if someone your size attacks you, they have a better chance of getting you there.”

He lowered his head, letting it drop to a level with his shoulders, and tucked his chin toward his chest, providing an effective barrier against frontal attacks for his throat, even if the sides weren’t protected yet. In time. “Tucking your chin and lowering your head to be level with your shoulders helps protect you from frontal attacks.” He offered, giving the little healer an encouraging smile as he waited and watched to see how she did.