child of the storm

The boy offers a small, uncertain smile as he approaches, introducing himself and getting the man’s name is response. Enki relaxes slightly, allowing his shoulders to loosen as the man explains his intentions. Nodding, the boy says, “I would like that. At some point, I would like to go and join my mother but… the trip might be dangerous. Knowing how to defend myself would be helpful.” A soft chuckle escapes before he adds, “I can show you my defensive stance and we can go from there?”

An eyebrow raises and, if agreed on, the pup will adopt his defensive stance. Life has been hectic for him and he has not had much, or really any, fighting training. His knees bend slightly and he lowers his center of gravity, toes splaying as he uses them to grip the ground. Neck scrunches and eyes narrow but, beyond that, Enki knows nothing. Blue eyes look to his instructor for guidance.


"Enki Klein"