One Two Step

Tamsyn chuckled and grinned at Sierra's insistance that they start with attacks right off the bat. She wasn't all that surprised—that did seem like the most fun, exciting stuff in comparison to everything else. "Alright, attacks it is!" she said as she leaned forward to do some small corrections to her daughter's stance, fixing the placement of her paws and making sure they were firmly on the grassy ground. Her paws were still so incredibly small and if she hadn't witnessed all of her pups tumbling around and getting into everything they could possibly reach she might be a little more worried about her getting hurt, but she had learned a long time ago that puppies were pretty bouncy and tough. She was still astounded by how little Sierra was though. She was absolutely adorable, but the mother in hurt kind of wished she had taken to something like crafting or navigating instead of fighting.

With her little corrections made she began, saying, "The biggest thing for you to remember is to be fast and focus on quick, small attacks instead of trying to slam into someone the way someone that is big like your father might. You want to do everything you can to attack without getting caught up under someone's paws. Sometimes, if the circumstances are right, you might even be able to get on their backs and get a hold of their scruff or shoulders that way." She wouldn't encourage that kind of fighting too much since that seemed awfully reckless in her book, but she had seen some smaller wolves do those kind of maneuvers before pretty successfully so she'd be a bad teacher if she didn't mention them. She got into her fighting stance across from Sierra and gave her a nod. "Why don't you give it a try? Come at me however you'd like!"

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley