Pretty In Pink

Hati stalked around the girl, sullen gold eyes drifting over her form in a seemingly careless manner. But Hati was sharper than he looked, and battle was his life. She set her defenses, and Hati snorted.

"Your stance is a mess, your ears are sticking out for anyone to grab them and you're completely disregarding your hackles - what do you think they're there for? Looking pretty? And what are you planning to do if someone goes in for the back of your neck? Flutter your eyelashes and ask them all polite not to?" A miracle she'd survived this long and it'd take a miracle for her to survive longer in a pack like this. Why did he care? He didn't really, but he was a lifelong student of war and it was ingrained in him to pass that on. Plus she could be expected to fight in a war with him someday and he really didn't want to die because she fucked up.

He moved back in front of her and quickly set his own defenses. "Look what I'm doing. Stance square, paws even with the shoulders and hips and aligned with each other. Weight spread out equally. Have to be ready to shift your weight to keep your balance. Keeping your balance is basically the most important defense you have, cuz you go down and it's all over." He demonstrated shifting his weight to his hind, then back, then distributing the weight to three of his legs as he picked up the fourth, then back. "Keep your knees soft and bent a bit. Helps with the balance and gives you the advantage of quicker movement." Again he demonstrated. "Lock your knees out straight like that and you're goin' nowhere fast."

If she followed that far he'd continue. If not there'd be no point in bothering.

OOC: don't be personally offended by Hati's manner and internal thoughts. He hates everyone. :)



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