Bramble smiles down at Ember as the young girl joins her and granny Tamsyn. Her attention is pulled up to Tamsyn when she hears their grandma chuckle at their quizzical expressions. A little smile of embarrassment warms her features as she listens intently. If there was a wolf she respected as much as her parents, it was Tamsyn. Their dad had to learn all of his skills from someone!
When Tamsyn offered them to join, Bramble's tail gives a few excited wags. Stepping forward into the ring, she listens with intent ears and bright eyes. She watches curiously as Tamsyn begins to get back into stretching. Following Tamsyn's instructions, Bramble plants her hind paws firmly, placing them slightly apart. Already, she could feel the difference in her joints from standing slightly different than she normally did.
One of her brows arch as she watches Tamsyn then slide down into a puppy-like play bow. Her nose scrunches slightly. How long had it been since she'd done that! Trying to hide her giggle, Bramble follows suit by allowing her weight to settle into her hips and allowing her front paws to slide forward through the dirt. As her spine stretches and chest reaches toward the ground, she can begin to feel the strain of her muscles. It really was different!
"Do you do this every day?" Bramble's tone is slightly incredulous as she focuses on trying to get the best position possible for the best stretch.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
