Direk didn't particularly care that she had knocked her master over or that he might be hurt. She stood over him, a mountain of black, and started nosing at his hands and chest. She deserved a treat for this nonsense - that is, she had to deal with him. It was only fair that she be given a treat.
Ruelash coughed, the air having been knocked out of his lungs. It took him a while to gasp in enough air to manage it, but when he did, he laughed gleefully, if somewhat pained.
"Oi," he said, clenching and unclenching his hand experimentally, "That was a nice hit." He reached out to give her a hearty pet on the head.
This was the sort of behavior he wanted out of her - fierce and painful. Just, he didn't want her to do that to him when he was in a fight. That would just be stupid.
"But you ain't supposed to hit me," he explained, "Yer supposed to hit the dummy." Not that he was the sharpest knife in the bunch, but she wasn't supposed to hit HIM.
Direk drew away from his hand, baring her blunt teeth. How DARE he touch her without a brush in hand? Hmph. She snapped at an errant hand and kept nosing at him. Where was that treat?!
"Ya ain't gonna find it." he said, shoving her soft-furred face gently away from his chest. "Like I done said," he continued, holding her back from his chest fairly easily, "ya gotta earn it, ya see?"
He'd never been this patient before, but for Direk? He was going to try. It was, admittedly, easier for her than for an actual person. If he had been training, oh, he didn't know, some kid, he probably wouldn't have been this patient. But this was Direk. She would get it, eventually. He got to his feet, pushing her aside as she tried to shove him down again.
"So, are ya gonna earn it?" he asked, poking Direk, fairly hard, with the stick, "Well, are ya?" he said, sneering. C'mon girl, get riled up and smack the thing to the ground. he thought. Hopefully she'd get a little bit more active.
Direk made a small shrieking sound, and kicked at him indignantly. HOW DARE HE TOUCH HER. HOW DARE HE PROD HER WITH A STICK LIKE SOME COMMON ANIMAL. She charged at him. She would show him, the classless oaf, and he would give her that treat!
"Whoa." Ruelash exclaimed, dodging her charge, "That's spirit, girlie, but ya gotta have more than that!" he said, blocking a kick from her hooves with his stick.
Direk, ducking under his guard, managed to headbutted him again, knocking him down. With a fierce, threatening grunt in his face, she began nosing through his clothes again.
Where was that treat?
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