Neverwinter Forest One,

He quickly stepped aside, not only dodging her clearly uncoordinated move but also dealing her a warning nip to her front leg as she sailed by. She had felt the sting of teeth on her flesh before, and this had been nothing compared to that. Still, it made a point and as she landed with a thud and a slide, she whipped back around to face him. 

She listened intently as he pointed out her mistakes and told her why they were wrong and how she could fix them. She nodded as he instructed her to keep her paws on the ground and her head down, explaining that she should direct the brunt of her force to her shoulders and head. He compared it to the way rams fought. She vaguely remembered seeing them back at the lake. It was a fuzzy memory, but it was enough that she knew exactly what he meant. She drew in a deep breath and repeated everything silently to herself—paws planted on the ground, muzzle down, head forward. Then she ran towards him again. Her lunge was slower, though, as she tried to remember everything he said. The position didn't exactly feel natural, and the strangeness of it had her too much in her head. She wasn't sure this would end any better than her first attempt, but she was nothing if not persistent.