Follow My Paw Steps
04-05-2014, 01:56 PM
| Amia Tulip |
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She could smack herself in the face right now with her embarrassment at staring at him. But yet he seemed to let it pass as if the weird silence of her staring had never happened. As she questioned on what he mention of trying again, his voice would rumble out. But in scary or intimidating. It was soothing, deep and calm. A voice she could trust. Her pale blue eyes looked into his, ears cocked as far forward as they could to the point of hurting. But the pain was barely noticed as she took in each word he said. As he turned away she took two steps forward, hesitant. Her eyes flicked down to his paws, concentrating on how they were placed before taking in his whole, watching his body movements. He paused to look back at him, silently asking her to follow. She swallowed the lump in her throat before nodding. Slowly she flowed at a walk, placing her paws in his steps the best she could. Which was hard to do due the their size differences. Every few steps she was good till her left hind leg would slide out from under her. She grumbled softly, her brows creasing with intense focus and slight frustration. She didn't want to let him down, didn't want to look like a fool infront of him. But of course she would again be clumsy and bump right into his rear. She gasped before shuffling backwards. Ears laid down and she gave a sheepish grin to him. Movement to her right had her head snap to look over at what it was. There not too far away was a hare. Her stomach ached, reminding her of the missing breakfast she had had. She didn't think, didn't cast a glance at her new adoration. She went right into hunting mode. Slowly her body moved through the moor in silence, circling the hare to be downwind. In a flash the scene unfolded. Amia seemed to only be able to move like the black male when she hunted. A short chase was giving as she lunged at the brown hare, mud and water flew. It was like a dance, grace on both the prey and predator as they navigated the marsh. But Amia was swift and able to predict the next move. Jaws snapped down on the hare. But the momentum had her sliding. Claws dragged to find something to stop herself. But the only thing would be a tree she her side crashed into it. She dropped to the ground, the wind knocked out of her, ribs screaming. But she held her head up to keep the dead hare out of the mud. Her mind clicked back to the lesson the male was trying to give her. Eyes went wide in alarm. Would he be mad at her? Her eyes finally found him, full of worry. It wasn't often Amia ever got lessons anymore. She had had only one mentor. The others couldn't put up with her, or she couldn't stand to her around them because she always had to pretend to be someone else. Her ribs throbbed making her grunt and mentally she assessed the damage. Nothing broken but there was sure to e a good bruising with the impact she had took. |