Dancing to music only we can hear

Watching Dread fall into his stance, the Warlord walked a circle around him. Occasionally he would nudge a pup paw slightly, pushing it into a position he liked better. Once he was satisfied with Dread’s stance, he came to a stop in front of the boy. “Good.” He complimented him. “You are going to want this stance to feel familiar to you. Second nature. You’re going to want to be able to fall into it at a moment's notice. At the start of a fight, and as a fight progresses. Pay attention to your body and its weaknesses, and ensure they are addressed at all times” he continued, lecturing the poor pup-victim in front of him.

“To do this, I’m going to mark the spots you're standing” he did so. Drawing around his son's paws with an extended paw. “Relax your position, fall back into it, and repeat. You’re going to do this once a day, every day, until it feels like you were born to his position”


"Sirius Fatalis"