Happenstance

Ludovic felt a swell of satisfaction as Aresenn acknowledged his improved stance, even if the approval was buried under a grumble. The intensity of his father’s gaze spurred him on, pushing Ludovic to focus even harder on the corrections given.

He adjusted his back paw as instructed, feeling Aresenn's nose nudge it into place. “Got it.” Ludovic murmured, concentrating on distributing his weight evenly. He could feel the subtle differences in his balance as he made the adjustments, each one bringing a more stable stance.

As Aresenn stepped back, Ludovic barely had time to register the praise before the sudden shove came. Instinct kicked in, and his muscles reacted, shifting his weight and bracing himself against the push. He staggered only slightly before finding his balance, the new stance holding firm under the pressure.

The crimson boy's heart pounded with pride as his mismatched gaze shot up at his father. All persistence to be found there. “I feel it now!” He said, charcoal tail lashing behind him. “It really does make a difference.” He straightened up, a determined glint in his eyes, a half grin curling his lips. “I'll keep practicing, Dad. I'll get it perfect.” The boy swore.

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