Come in Peace

Without the sloped pull of gravity to ease her weight, she was made to hold herself up by the support of her own legs. It was one thing to hold one’s self by standing level, but another thing entirely to keep a bent form and at the same time prepare to move. It was a strain, but one she intended to acknowledge and adapt to. If she was going to learn this properly, she would not fall away simply because of the pain it brought to her joints. She would adapt. Surprised to hear his subtle expression of approval, she felt a bit more inspired, if not inclined to see this lesson further in. Eventually they would come to blows, as he initiated, but apprehension kept her from running at him on the instant of a word. She knew she was slow. She knew she was heavy. This was not the mountain where gravity was at her advantage to move her swiftly. This was the earth. Her mind began to race as she thought only of the failure of her execution, and began to doubt that her blows let alone attempts would succeed at all. She was simply too slow. Breathing shallowly, she tried to stifle her insecurity, shifting a forepaw on the earth as she prepared for advance. She gave herself only another moment before she darted forward, one heavy paw over the other as she ‘quickly’ shifted her path to take him from the right side. Her jaws parted and neck extended as she sought to snap at the upper section of his right shoulder.