Yara felt a twinge of embarrassment as Basilisk studied her critically. She realized she hadn't fully grasped his initial request; she wasn't used to being expected to show rather than tell. Silently, she noted to herself to keep her mouth shut; she did not need to tell him who she was or explain herself, she needed to show him first.
Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task at hand. She squared her stance, planting all four limbs firmly into the black sand. She bent her knees, feeling the tension and readiness in her muscles. Lowering her head to align with her spine, she tucked her chin in a protective gesture, her eyes staying locked on Basilisk and then narrowed. Finally, she tucked her tail, minimizing any potential vulnerabilities. Instincts were telling her to snarl, to make the meat of her face as thick as possible but her Warlord's presence prevented her from doing so. Instead, she simply flattened her ears to both protect them and show her submission.
[1/3 Received a fighting lesson (not including a spar) from another character ]
