You own me like whispers in poetry

He walked around her, her eyes and ears keeping tabs on his track. She smirked as he gently tested her stance and found her solid. She had indeed braced along the slope, using the angle to keep herself steady. Her breathing was even and steady as he circled and lingered around her tail. She swished it just to tease him. He kicked her foot and she easily kept her stance. She sees why this stance is so important. She felt stronger and the longer she stood in this pose she could feel her confidence rising.

He gave her a new order and she easily fell in step behind him, the stance was easy to shift in and out of at least. She tilted her head at him as he commanded her to hang around the stores a bit, and then he trotted away. She swept her tongue around her teeth for a minute as she peeked inside the storeroom. Ah fleas, they forgot to put the empty jars on this shelf over here! She made herself busy until he came back and called her out.

He held up a piece of cloth and his next words gave her pause.
"Oh... uh... alright." She agreed with trepidation. Could be fun... She couldn't help the subtle hitch in her breath of anxiety. She even felt a little nauseous.