Bramblepoint Self-appraisal

xD hehe Mason will have to grovel in apology.


 

Mason did border patrol but if anyone had the audacity to trespass, Mason would call for Steady or Fitz or Zaria or Alastor. He would perhaps hold his ground, but he was not stupid – coward or no, he knew he wasn’t a match for most adult wolves. Or he hadn’t been, but maybe he would be now he was nearing his full size. He sometimes surprised himself when he spotted his reflection in the glass caves, or visited an area he hadn’t been to since he was a pup, and it now looked tiny.

 

Mason waited patiently to see whether Dash would agree. He wasn’t exactly enthused to learn, so he wouldn’t be upset if it was a no. It appeared that Dash merely wasn’t sure because he hadn’t taught before. Dash couldn’t have picked a more willing, nor a more clumsy, pupil for his first fighting class. A little worried about the word ‘kill’, Mason still nodded and listened carefully to where he needed to try and strike. But that also meant he needed to protect his own soft spots while he attacked – how confusing.

Mason bounded forward with all the grace of a dustbin. He immediately honed in on Dash’s dark neck, attempting to grip the fur of his sensei. Not only was his hit off the mark, with Mason almost mis-stepping past Dash’s front end towards his rear, Mason had stretched out his own neck in the manoeuvre and it was now an open target in easy reach.