A different sort of dance

Tachi eyed his sister, all short and stout like a teapot. If they were to fight then...he'd have to use his height to his advantage, right? Maybe slap her head around a bit, boop her snoot and donk her horns. It all sounded like a sound plan to him, smart and well-thought-out. Tactics were important, Mum had made that very clear. Sure, some wolves like Kaicho made it look effortless, just moved as though he wasn't thinking but supposedly that came from practice. Something Tachi had very little of. For now at least, time would change that! And he knew he had plenty of sparring partners here, folks he could fight and train with any time he felt like it!