Swiftcurrent Creek Barb

He found his muscles, and worked them- balancing himself in such a way that would give him more thrust to his step with less energy output. Using momentum to add buoyancy to his stride, he’d get an extra couple of inches to each step. He would be a traveller in no time.

”Good!” she grunted emphatically; high praise to flatter him when she saw that he had found his stride. He looked not only more confident, but more powerful as well. 

It would not take a great deal of conditioning for him to reach his potential- he was a fast learner, and in spite of his injuries, he was a willing pupil. 

She listened to his breath- to hear it even out once he hit his second wind. She’d carry on until she felt he’d had a good bit of exercise without straining his muscles before she cuffed softly and slowed their pace to a rangy walk. 

”We’ll do this every day. You’ll get good conditioning from this. Give it some time, so your muscles heal. Then, we will start sparring. Sound good?”