Much to learn

The judgment never came. Instead, surprisingly kind and optimistic words stunned him, head turning to look up to Basilisk again. He blinked, utterly surprised. He could stay? And learn? Seneca watched as Basilisk stepped forward and demonstrated a fighting stance. His gaze moved to every part of his body as Basilisk mentioned them - knees, body, claws, ears, neck, and finally eyes. He did his best to take in the giant wolf and understand what his Warlord was telling him. Not only did he need to balance and brace himself, but he needed to protect the vulnerable parts, too. He had practiced a similar stance on his own, but he hadn't any guidance as to whether he was doing it right or not. Well, here's his chance.

The boy took a few steps forward and attempted to mimic Basilisk. He bent his knees, adjusting his legs under his small frame so that he could feel more balanced. It took a moment, but when he was satisfied he moved onto the next step. What was the next step...? He looked to Basilisk for reference, and was quick to see what he had left to do - claws! He flexed his toes, next moving to pivot his ears back. He then lowered his jaw to protect his throat. He felt quite awkward and rather stiff, since he hadn't practiced this kind of stance for a while. After a moment, a meek question reached out to his tutor. "Like this?"