A matter of pride

Sirius barked orders and Isa had to stop herself from nipping his tail as they entered the cave that she presumed was set up specifically for combat training. "Always such a pleasure to be in your presence. You're such a joy," The blue woman smiled sweetly, though her tail lashed back and forth behind her. As the pushy oaf went and began stretching, she took a few steps in the opposite direction and did some stretches of her own, only wincing once when a certain move twinged her healing ribs.

After Isa felt as limber as a broken wolf could feel, she moved to stand across from Sirius. One pale brow arched and the fae shot the giant a mischievous smile. "How about a little game to keep this interesting?" The dame's head gave a little tilt, dark ears perking as she laid out her idea for the man. "We take turns trying moves on one another and each time, the attacker gets to ask their training partner a question." A grin spread on the woman's maw and she batted her lashes over icy blue orbs. "What do you say, my lord?" Would he accept the challenge or back down?

"Isa"