Mount Apikuni what you know about that? [m]

Kukulkan felt a skip in his heart as Bhediya took that step away, fighting the impulse to clear his throat again but instead gulped and stole a quick glance at his paws before turning back to her. As the purples and blues of the shadows-on-snow began to spread, the fine details of Bhediya's fur began to vanish, leaving her a stunning silhouette of the silkiest black broken only by the sharpest green eyes.

"my children..."

K's ears perked up. He hadn't known she was a mother, but perhaps he shouldn't have been so surprised, she seemed kind enough, wise enough. Very unlike his own mother, though that was not to discredit either of them. "Well then, yer children. Tha'sa good spark." A short nod, and K took a step back himself, trying to create a more comfortable distance for her. "Tha' spark'll never fade... never go away. Y'want that..."

Rolling his shoulders, K closed his eyes for a second, trying to piece together how he'd been taught. Trying to pick out the details that might help her, and trying to whip together ideas on what might actually benefit her considering her size. His own fighting tactics wouldn't help in her case, after all.

"Yer spark is what ye'll think of when yer in th'thick of it... when someone comes fer ya, when yer deciding whether t'go fer someone. Think of it often, tha' way it'll be yer first instinct." In offense, it kept you stable, staved off panic, and gave you the motivation you needed. In defense, it rooted you to reality, and helped to determine whether to cut your losses or counter.

"Fer uh, actual fightin', yer size means yer gonna have t'fight smart, right?" Kukulkan took a half step forward, cautiously, and stood up tall, head raised high though he kept his gaze gentle. "Lookit me, think'a where wolves're vulner'ble. Where can'ya reach?" Though he knew the sweet spots to hit, this wasn't going to be a lecture.

Bhediya would learn, she would craft her own fighting style.

@Bhediya