Haunted Wood the joker is a wanted man

he offers clear instruction, and she dips her head in understanding when she's able to step back again. eyes; foreleg; ears, this she commits to memory easily enough. "I understand." when he steps forward to offer an explanation, she takes hold of his scruff carefully, wary of what he might do next. 

the simple act of him rearing up made her hold tenuous; she could imagine how easily she would relent it should he attack any of the targets he'd mentioned. she'd never considered rearing like he had in a fight; already, she begins to build on the idea. 

he retreats, and so does she, brow furrowed slightly in concentration. it's a lot to ponder, and a lot to utilize should she have the chance. with his next words she comes to understand their session is more or less come to a close. "thanks, Black Hat. I'll get more practice." she's genuinely grateful, something she hasn't truly felt in a long while. something nags at her then, elusive and hard to pinpoint. ignoring it for now, she offers a silent goodbye, turning on her heel and of half a mind to seek out Valour.