Happenstance

Ludovic’s mismatched gaze stayed focused, ears twitching as he worked to absorb every bit of advice. He didn’t want to get too excited, though his father’s approval and gentleness peeking through his rough exterior made it all the more worth it. He wanted to be strong, to be the best. To be thought of with pride.

“I understand.” Ludovic responded, his voice steady and as confident as the young boy could make it. As Aresenn circled around him, Ludovic's muscles tensed, prepared for whatever would come next. He knew something would. His father wasn’t all talk, his lessons nearly always involved hands-on practice. This the boy knew. Ludo listened intently to his father's instructions, nodding in understanding that balance was more than just physical stability – that it was about adapting to every possible change in circumstances. Even when he fought with his siblings, they were always coming up with new ways to one-up each other.

When the unexpected shove came from behind, Ludovic's instincts kicked in once again. His pre-preparedness worked in his favor. He felt his body lurch forward, but he was ready this time. His muscles reacted swiftly, his paws and claws digging into the ground as he adjusted his stance to catch himself from the sudden force. He stumbled slightly, understandably again, but quickly regained his footing, his teeth gritting as he steadied himself.

The boy turned his head to look at Aresenn, determination and confidence in his eyes. His chest puffed up in tenacity as he spoke, “I get it. Adapt to every change, be ready for anything.” He took a diligent deep breath, feeling the lessons sink in.

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