Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

He chuckled at the eagerness of the piebald boy, giving him a loving nudge. "Bright eyed and squirrely. Always something I like to see. Good morning." 

He thought for a moment and then gave a short nod. "Lets see your offense. That way you can watch how I move, learn to copy it. And I can get an idea of your skill set." 

He nudged clarence away from himself and shifted his center of mass towards his haunches in a fluid movement. He had a certain way of fighting that was almost always effective and was less messy than some of the rogue fighting styles he typically saw. 
"Don't go for the obvious kill- it's usually stupid and impulsive. Think with your brain, not with your paws. "