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The coyote paid close attention to his explanation, and each movement he made with her arm. The mention of wanting power over accuracy had her nodding. Chopping down wood, using a bow - all these things had made her arms lean and strong, but they didn't guarantee a victory when she was placed with a weapon she didn't know how to use. Now, she knew how to use it to her advantage.
Alma's mind drifted back to that fight with the yellow dog. She had an axe then, but she hadn't known enough to get a good slice in. From there, it had all gone downhill. A deep frown passed over her snout, and her ears flicked back irritably. Since the attack on Inferni, that incident hadn't crossed her mind. Now it was bothering her once more.
Alma gave a slight huff, and pushed her anger down so she could focus on his directions. Her ears tilted forward while she listened to his voice, while her eyes followed his hands and the dagger in her own. When the instruction had finished, she gave an experimental slash, trying to mimic the maneuver he had shown her; upwards, and then down.
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