Moonspear and the dogs again, again —

Hahaha that is perfect.

Vela's ears dropped back more submissively, and mostly because she was flustered when her teeth lightly scratched over his muzzle. She didn't mean to nip him just now. He thought he would move away as a skilled warrior. Now it felt like something intimate and for a moment her confidence faltered and a teenage girl appeared. Soon enough, Vela pushed those feelings away as Drogon halted and started to explain some things about fighting. The male had fully captured her attention now.

Her dark blue eyes roamed over his body. The male wasn't lying when the male told her he was big. How hadn't she noticed before? He was rather large compared to her. Not only in height but also in width. She nodded. She would take it to heart that she was fast. She was slender and quick on her feet. She would want to use that as her source of power. Most bigger wolves would probably expect that she was faster though. She nodded eagerly as he explained that she could use her speed. She mimicked him and protected her throat by tipping her muzzle like he had. It made sense what he told her. When they would be hunting they would bite deer in their throat and in their belly. She remembered this from watching the adults hunt.

She was surprised to hear the next bit of advice. Normally one wouldn't advise you to play dirty. She liked that Drogon was so honest with her. It made him that much more believable. "I can play dirty," she instantly nodded. She was not a sweet and innocent girl. She felt like she didn't even look innocent. Perhaps for big males like Drogon, she would but Vela didn't think of herself as innocent and sweet. She watched as he stepped closer and explained how to attack the ribcage. She felt him press close against her for a brief moment. Her eyes roamed over him for a moment before she wanted to try herself. Once again she copied the male and pressed her shoulder against his ribcage, albeit far more carefully and slowly as he did. She wanted to make sure her approach was the right way of doing it. She nodded once more. This was all very helpful to her.

Vela watched Drogon's long legs. It would be very easy for her to shoulder into them. Or perhaps she could even bite into them. "Should I bite in the legs or just try to shove myself into their legs and hope they topple over?," she asked. She wasn't sure what was the better way. Her tail went up when he spoke about forcing them into submission. Perhaps this mercenary trade was really her thing!