Permafrost Hollows savakti

The girl took his advice to heart immediately.

Her adjustments did help, and he let her know with a call of, Good! And then was silent. Kigipigak did not want to disrupt the lesson with excessive words. Sparring was an act of physicality that needed none.

She moved well enough across the snow now, and cut the ice with the blunt claws of her toes. Her speed increased and Kigipigak was impressed by it, but this he held to himself. If she was not careful that same speed could trip her up, all she needed was a misplaced patch of ice.

The man moved so that he was an easy target, waiting for her to reach him, if she was able. He bolstered himself against any collision that may transpire in the seconds before her red-streaked body met his.