should have flown south; Daye

[Mazikeen]

It is a surprise to Mazikeen how flexible she is as a wolf, and how easily she tumbles along with the older shifter. Paws press into her belly and ribs, pushing her away, and Mazikeen continues to learn all the new ways this body can move. There’s a gentleness to the movements and although soon Mazikeen will want to know what it is to use full force, to find out what damage can be done, she appreciates the attentiveness of her teacher. There haven’t been many instances in Maze’s life where she has actually paid attention. She’ll listen to her parents, of course, but it’s a little more of an idle action than what she is currently doing with this rose-coloured wolf. She doesn’t even know the name of this other shifter but she’s absolutely captivated. Every single word, every single lesson, is being taken as gospel. Sharp orange eyes watch as the older mare demonstrates what she means by going low, and then when she moves forward to snap at the neck area. These are things Mazikeen has never thought about - her horse-brain has always been in control, overriding any hints of instincts that come out in the shifts that she tries. The young white wolf nods, her attention rapt on the older wolf, and she is already lowering herself to the ground when there is more space between them. She’s concentrating too much to smile, but she feels the warmth of the expression on the face of her new friend affecting her, encouraging her. The fur on her belly grazes against the ground and though this crouch feels a little awkward, she thinks it is because she is stretching muscles not yet accustomed to being stretched. For a moment she considers using another form to aid her speed but decides against it - she is learning from a wolf so she will learn as a wolf. Quick as she can (which is not very, but it is an attempt) she darts forward - clumsily keeping a low profile as she does. This form seems to recognize the crouch but again her mind fumbles with it. She launches herself towards the wolf in this fashion, attempting to twist her head low and nudge her nose towards the neck in an imitation of what an attack would be. After, when they have separated again, she asks in a thoughtful voice - “Is the neck always the best target, no matter what kind of animal you are fighting?”

image by Reitro

@[Dayé]