Tricks of the Trade

Sirius watched her as she rolled her shoulders and spoke of tightness in her muscles. He remembered the limp he had seen when he had first encountered her. She had not complained on the journey here, and the strong scent of her around the borders told him of her activity. He hid another smile, wondering if Io would be as hard on her mother as she was with him and his injuries.

“Tactics are good” he agreed, greatly desiring to learn from the older warrior. He stepped closer to her, his larger frame only just towering above her stocky body. Moving slowly, so she would see what he was doing, he stepped into her personal space, brought his paw around, hooked it behind her front leg and pulled gently. As he twisted, a blade slid free of its hidden sheath in his leg bracer. It scraped lightly against her skin but didn’t puncture, and lay aligned with the tendons on her leg. It was a great way to disable a wolf early on - assuming you could land the blow. He released her and stepped back, indicating for her to go ahead with the show and tell.