Who needs talent when you can count the steps

His father started to explain how to protect the vulnerable parts of himself and Crux obediently tried to do as Sirius explained, pulling his head back slightly and then lowering his skull so his chin was tucked to his chest. He tucked his tail tight but still found the sand to be unstable and as he wobbled let his tail flag out behind him, finding a sweet spot with it to help him keep his balance and despite himself he smiled a little bit, understanding what it was that his father was teaching. He spread his toes, feeling the sand shift under his paws for a moment before the top layer mostly shifted away to a harder, cooler, wetter layer beneath and he tried to imagine what a solid grip would feel like. Finally, he pulled his ears back and narrowed his eyes, feeling his lips curl as he did so.

It felt- Well it felt like instinct, some deeper part of himself recognized this all and his balance shifted slightly so that his stance was a little more stable, and his knees bent slightly. Then the feeling was gone and Crux felt a little silly but he didn't immediately abandon his position, waiting for further instruction from his father.

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