It's never the same

Ignita wagged her tail as he relented to her efforts. He went on to instruct her to tuck her chin in and dig her claws into the soil some. At first, she tilted her head to the side wondering how tucked he wanted her chin to be. In her mind's eye, it looked silly but she didn't have an accurate image of fighting wolves in her head, sheltered as she had been. Perhaps it was a special Armada move that kept their throats protected.

Keeping her legs braced she tucked her chin flush against her chest and raked her claws into the dirt, shuffling and hopping like a deranged stiff bear around the Warlord.