Whitefish River daddy's always on the move

she absorbs his advice like a sponge, warming slowly but surely. she nods in acknowledgement when he finishes, eager to try again. the circumstances change, but she quickly understands how she may use the same attack she'd tried a moment ago, modified. he's quick to move, and despite the overwhelming desire to move in the face of another wolf charging towards her, she holds still. when he's close, she rises suddenly, crashing into his chest while swinging her muzzle around, burying her jaws in the thick fur of his shoulder and shifting her momentum to the side in a swift attempt to bowl him over again.