Northstar Vale like steps in a dance

OOC:Woot Training! Though they lived together and were often kept in the comfortable silence together, it was always a pleasure to witness the content on his face- however subtle the inclination of his glee. She could smile with ease even if it was by a gentle crest of her brows, and as though basking within the glow of a comfortable sun, she too could bathe in the radiance of his warmth. Her tail swayed with leisure even as she peeled from him, the strands of beige clinging to inky strands with the reluctance of a lover’s departure. Yet she remained near him, her eyes alight as she listened to his instruction and felt her heart leap at the potential of individualized attention. Outside of her training with the Creek wolf, she hadn’t taken to any other routine beyond her running. In truth, she believed it to have served her well, making it easier for her to creep with the extra weight of her physique, but as a guard of the Vale, she did not feel her skill improving. And thus to learn from the appointed lead was an opportunity she could not, and would not miss. She tipped her muzzle in confirmation, inching slightly away to better place the hare underpaw before lowering her jaws to slip into the warmth of its flesh. The melody of the feeding was a ballad she would not tired of, nor the taste of the flesh as it caressed her tongue. Rather than feed with grace, she consumed with earnest, near taking small bone with balding hide as the offering turned to naught but scraps in little more than an instant. Raising her eyes to meet those of her instructor she smiled softly in thanks as she lapped the finer droplets of the meal from her muzzle. She did not question what they would train for the day, but smiled expectantly.