Come in Peace

He watched as the burly mass of the woman came towards him a second time. With no intention of rebuttal Njal kept his head level with his shoulders, twisting his ears up and towards her so that he could listen to the beat of her steps. There was a clumsy staccato to the rhythm; one more thing that needed work. She adjusted her angle of attack though, which curved her face away from him just enough to prevent the man from striking up the way he had before. This was good. Her stampeding motion was loud but uneven - showing the same lack of finesse which only made her seem unsure all over again. Untrained. Weak. Njal waited until the last possible moment before side-stepping and, as she careened passed his silhouette, exhaled an amused chuff. She was too slow, too heavy, and too obvious.

"No, this is not right." He commented half-heartedly. As he squared off again, facing her retreating rear end, Njal huffed and looked away from the lesson area - at the wilderness around them, perhaps to check for curious pack mates. When he turned back to Xinuata he was placid in nature, and disgruntled in expression. "You will need to come back again. Go home, but run there. Work your body in whatever way suits you - up and down rivers, along mountainsides, but work. Come back when you feel you are ready."

Perhaps he was being harsh - but she was in no physical condition for this training. Xinuata would need to shed a little of her extra weight. A week would do it; maybe two. If she worked hard, then perhaps another session would be beneficial.

Njal turned and began to stalk his way towards the edge of the packlands; he turned his ears to listen for her, but did not move to collect her in any manner. She would know by the rigid manner with which he was behaving that the lesson was over - and she would have to leave, before someone caught her upon Swiftcurrent lands. At least until the next spar. "I will escort you." His voice rumbled, rippling through the air between them.

[exit njal]