Show me the ropes

Anthea could tell that Mercury was in his element as he began to move around her and examine her defensive stance. He had a seriousness about him, but not in a harsh way. He simply had an air about him that said he was a master at this subject and she respected that about him. She wasn't sure there was anything she was this assured about. As requested, she shifted her weight back and forth from foot to foot. Without him even saying anything she immediately picked out how uneven her stance actually was and she started to adjust it a bit, spreading out her footing more evenly and glancing down at her own paws as she figured it out and listened for any of his input. She nodded with understanding as he mentioned moving around a lot in a fight as something she should do as someone with a lighter build. That made sense and fell in line with how she had tended to approach fighting in the past.

She turned her two-toned gaze back over to Mercury as he answered her question about the difference between fighting other large predators and fighting wolves, listening as he mentioned how she would have to be prepared to draw blood to keep from being prey herself. She was about to quip back about how she had never shied away from it before with all of the bears that had tried to move in on their turf, but she stopped herself as she really thought about what he said. She'd have to be ready to hurt another wolf–someone just like either of them. Somehow that thought felt different than when she was biting the leg of a bear or chasing down a pack of coyotes. "It sounds like you have some experience with that," she commented with a curious glance.

"Anthea Dásos"