Posts are getting crappier. Must. Not. Fall Asleep.
A second after asking the question, it occurred to her that he might not be pleased that she disbelieved his logic. It wasn't like she could take it back now, though - and the question would have stayed in her mind for a few days if she hadn't asked. Eventually, curiosity would have led to her asking him or someone else anyway.
It turns out that she needn't have worried, for the smile remained on his face. Her tail slowly moved from side-to-side behind her. His words confirmed her guess that she would have to be quick; those wolves had to fall into the 'strong' category, although it was nice to know that they couldn't kill her outright when she was so close.
Alma was slightly dismayed, however, for she had never thought of herself as quick. She did everything at a slow pace, and took her time with things. Even her method of hunting relied more on her patience and skill with a bow, rather than her speed. She didn't take into account the battle in which she had spent most of her time running - she didn't really outrun the horse, she'd just been able to use its larger shape against it.
Hesitantly, the female followed his suggestions and practiced moving from side to side, back and forth and every which way she could think of. Her movements were too slow, and a little clumsy. This displeased her, and it showed on her face and in the manner in which her ears were folded. She repeated the maneuvers, again and again, until she was satisfied.
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