A different sort of dance

Tachi was later than he intended to be. He rushed along, stumbling as his gangling legs moved from one territory to the other. His bobbed tail wagged, flicking from side to side as though it would do any good to aid his balance, but he was trying his very best. Nothing more and nothing less. A group had already gathered in the Bay area, swarmed around Ma as his siblings-both half and full- waited with ears perked forward to take in every uttered word. Just like the rest he fancied himself a good fighter, maybe the best one day! Or at least good enough to stand out amongst the rest, to get by and make do.

Starting with stretches, Tachi bowed down and stuck out his rump as far as he could manage. Accidentally shoving his rear in Fuji's face in the progress. What else were big brothers for, right? He wasn't really sure how doing this would help him fight better, but whatever, it was fun to be around family and maybe it would get better from here on out.