Redhawk Caldera you're mine

"Yeah, you're a natural!" she reassured him with a laugh. 

Every now and then, she moved toward him to make small corrections in his posture, her paws gliding gently and deftly over his sleek coat. Honestly though, there was very little to correct. Cinar was a keenly perceptive individual, and after watching Alivia demonstrate once, he executed each stretch and pose with near-perfection. 

One might suggest that she simply wanted to touch him; to let her paws graze over the golden fur that slashed his inky shoulders, and run them along the gilded track that disappeared into the small of his back. 

However, Alivia would never admit to such unprofessional thoughts. 

"That can be all for today," she allowed, pleased that Cinar had kept his word and hadn't run off to some other pressing obligation. She wondered if he might feel better simply from slowing down for a few minutes. 

"I'm going to start leading a group here in the morning, for stretching and meditation. I could use your help with some demonstrations, if you want to stop by every now and then. You make a great model."  

She grinned hopefully.