Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

There was no correction to the stance she had taken, which Keres interpreted as him approving of the way she had followed insruction. This was well and good, a step in the right direction, though she did quiet as he spoke again, ears pitching forward to catch and process what he told her.

Blind spots: her back and, she assumed, the areas to the sides of her haunches. Possibility of shaking such an attacker off? Slim to none. He offered methods of combatting such an attack, however, and her eyes flicked down to his limbs, his tail as she considered the information. The idea of making herself fall was a little lost on her but she was sure that the more she practiced, the easier it would become to understand and execute.

And then he gave her a goal. Focusing on his face once more, the silver Ostrega's ears perked once more before laying back against her head once more. While it felt awkward to her to simply rush him, Keres was not quite sure what other way to go about such things. So, she lunged, springing towards him with the coiled muscles that he had had her prepare prior, looking to tackle the golden furred yearling that was, for the moment, her instructor.