Happenstance

Watching as Ludovic adjusted his stance, Aresenn felt a surge of pride. It was quickly tempered by his relentless need for perfection, but it was there nonetheless. "Better," he grumbled, eyes raking over Ludovic's newly established position. There were still adjustments to be made, slight shifts in weight and angle that would make all the difference in a real fight, but Ludovic was getting closer. Aresenn's tail flicked behind him, his gaze intense as he studied his son's every movement.

"Keep your back paw slightly more angled," he ordered, padding over to Ludovic and using his nose to nudge the boy’s hind leg into the proper position. "You're still leaning too much on your front paws, Ludo. Remember, distribute your weight evenly." Aresenn's voice was stern, but there was a hint of patience underlying his words. He might have been unyielding and demanding, but he knew that these adjustments would not come naturally, especially not overnight. His expectations were high, yes, but Aresenn also understood the need for time and practice.

Once he was satisfied with the boy’s form, he took a step back to admire. “Good. Now. This is why this stance is important.” He gave no warning before moving to shove Ludo in his shoulder. Not hard, hard enough to where his son would have to adjust his stance to remain upright against the pressure … which he hoped would come naturally now that he had the proper footing. If not. Well … at least he was low to the ground.

"Aresenn Praetor"