Northstar Vale like steps in a dance

Still, he was expecting Xi'nuata to respond to the attack with a counter of her own, or perhaps a dodge; the purpose of this training exercise was to familiarize herself with the jagged landscape that had become their home, but when he felt he made contact with her chin, the beast immediately wrenched away from her and the yelp she uttered exemplified the urgency of his actions. Raheerah edged away, rearing back his head to analyze the effect of his attack, but saw only the sudden scrambling of his companion as she fought to keep her posture on the rock - only to fail and begin to slide off the rock.

From the pits of his chest had come a roiling growl, evolving into a strained "--nuata-" and a snarl. Raheerah had tried to move forward to grab her before she fell, but he was too slow - lunging for the woman, his teeth snapped emptily in the air in time to hear her yelp a second time. He was left looming over her on the rock, a frown deeply creasing his lips. Guilt burned inside of him for having caused her to fall off - he felt worry churn within his otherwise blackened and impaired heart. The dragon moved down to her side, then curled around behind her and appeared at her other side, pressing his shoulder into hers. "Haave Iiii caaauused yoou haarm." He growled, rumbling deeply.

What hostility interlaced in the expression of the dragon was fed only by his own shame at having hurt her. That was not his intention, and it was a clear sign that perhaps he had expected too much of the woman. He would need to approach their training from a different direction.