Bramblepoint Self-appraisal

Dash's muscles above his eyes rose with his shock at the shout-out from the other male. He wasn't quite sure what the "bloody hell" was for, but Mason didn't seem angry about anything, so he let it go.

Mason admitted that he didn't, in fact, know how to fight. This surprised Dash. He wasn't sure how wolves got by without knowing how to at least defend themselves. But he supposed if one lived in a pack their entire lives surrounded by family, there wouldn't be much need to fight. Unless, of course, someone trespassed.

The other male asked him outright if Dash could teach him how to fight. An ear swiveled as he considered it. Dash had learned to fight as means of necessity, for his own survival. He had never taught anyone else to fight, and wasn't entirely sure that he knew how. I've never taught... anything before, he admitted. I suppose it wouldn't be all that difficult, though... he pondered aloud.

He took a step towards Mason before freezing, his brain trying to figure out exactly how to start. So... I guess one of the first things you need to know are your soft points, like your neck and underbelly. If another wolf got a hold of those, it's easier and faster for them to kill you. So, with every move you make, defending those spots are crucial. Yeah, that sounded good.

Why don't you come at me, trying to get to those spots, and I'll defend myself, he suggested, fairly confident he could fend off the other male. This was a teaching session, and Dash felt relatively safe, but he also knew if Mason got too close to his soft spots, instinct would kick in and the fight could turn very real.

If Steady finds out someone else is teaching Mason to fight, he's gonna be like "whaaaaa?!"