Silver Moraine like a wild fox

Lucius shivered slightly at her words; violence had never been his answer to things. No, his response to confrontation was simply to flee. He watched her nervously as she got to her feet, and he stood, pinned in place, as she moved to brush her pelt against his. He let loose a nervous laugh at mention of practice, and he stammered, "I — I don't know. I'm n-not very good at... at fighting..." What if it hurt? He looked at her, feeling very much like a deer in headlights.