He was satisfied with her response. She did not show too many emotions and he was grateful; oftentimes, others’ reactions only served to confuse him. He understood large gestures in social situations and minute changes in battle. There was such a strong polarization for what he picked up on that he realized he had chosen to tune his senses in one way and dull them in another. It was just as well – he would prefer to solve a problem with his teeth and claws than kind words and empty promises. They held no meaning for him.
She gave him a nod in response and the training began. It was certainly good for him to keep his skills sharp, for he rarely saw other canines near the borders anymore. He supposed somehow, they had figured it out: claimed territory was not to be treaded lightly upon. He could see many benefits to training with Halo and aiding her in the sharpening of her skills, even if he wasn’t sure if he particularly liked her. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore once the battle began.
He keep his head low and scrunched in to his chest, watching his opponent. She moved away and he followed, mirroring her movements with his own. As she retreated, he followed her, keeping his body taut, but his muscles relaxed. When he was ready, he moved quickly and approached with agile fluidity. He made a quick turn and attacked her from her side. He pushed off with his back legs to close the distance between them so he could snap at her neck and swipe at her legs with his large paws.