A different sort of dance

Sedna tried to ignore the way the boys attempted to gang up on Fuji, she knew a squabble was about to erupt and she wasn't about to intervene, so she waited for the dust to settle before turning back to the gathering before her. She gave Usagi an extra grin. She hadn't expected to have someone she could call on as an assistant, and he evened out the numbers well.

“Fightin' might be a fact o' life but yer could at least be clever about it.” A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she addressed her children. “One way of fightin' won't work fer everyone, if yer big an' heavy, or small an' quick, some basics stay the same. It's important ter keep yer balance,” She set her feet squarely, “protect yer important bits,” she tucked her tail, flattened her ears and dipped her chin to cover her throat, “an' use yer energy wisely. It's easier ter win if yer opponent is tired, but spendin' yer whole time dodging will eat up yer reserves too, so don't try ter out wait someone, or yer'll land yerself in a lot of trouble.”

An apologetic grin was offered to the older wolf, this was all probably very below him, but as most lessons of this type went, she intended to pair the kids off at the end to practice what she had taught them, and she was happy to go one on one with the older boy, if only to stretch her own muscles too.

“Speech”