Little Ball of Smoke

"Talk" Walk

He watched as his son got ready to do as he was asked. So far, Senn had the basics down. Nails for traction, lowering his body for more fluid movement. Good. When his son took off towards him, Ignis waited for contact before he did anything. Aresenn opted for a grip at the base of his neck just off to the side, and Ignis grunted with the contact, though it wasn't quite enough to hurt. "Good place to hit, but keep in mind that it also opens you to your opponent!" With a grunt, he lifted himself onto his rear paws, forelegs flying up to wrap one over Senn's neck, and the other beneath it. "You can get wrapped up like this, and even earn yourself a bite to the face if someone can get the leverage over you," He demonstrated by lunging his head down, jaws open wide as he aimed for Senn's face, though he stopped and snapped them just mere inches away. His goal here? He wanted to see how Aresenn would react. To see what he'd do. Would he figure out a way to counter? Defend? Retaliate?