Ain't My Last Dance

Boy was she asking some tough questions. She really wanted to make him think. He must be thinking right though because she praised his answer for the last question, which in turn made his tail wag with enthusiasm once more. He was happy that he seemed to be doing a great job so far and happy to be learning from Faite. He made sure to burn the information into his brain so that it would be easy for him to recall it when it was needed to be used. He felt so comfortable learning to fight, like it was what he was born to do.

Her next question made him huff slightly as he drifted back into his mind to try and think of what the correct answer would be. Smaller opponents would be much faster and actually harder for a larger body to overpower. They would easily be able to escape with ease before he would even have the chance to overpower them, so How would you battle them. Well instead of going on the offense, how about more of a defense? No... His train of thought brought up that it would be difficult for him to get any sort of hit in if he remained on the defense, their speed would give them the upper hand.

He huffed again as he shifted in his spot. You would almost have to keep those small speedy wolves close to you, in constant striking range.

"You would have to keep them close, within striking range and not allow them to get away from you. That's really the only way to get the upper hand in that situation," he replied.

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