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"I told ya. Ya ain't gonna find it." said Ruelash, shoving her off of him, his palms icy and wet from the snow-covered ground. He flicked his stomach muscles and flipped skillfully to his feet, as nimble as any wild creature. Gently , but firmly, he pushed her lean black form back towards the dummy. "You hit the dummy, you get a treat." he said, simply and commandingly. He was getting a little annoyed at her knocking him down repeatedly. Couldn't she just hit the freaking thing? Once? This happened every time he tried to train her - he would show her the dummy. He would command and incite her tro strike, and, instead of doing what he wanted, she'd smack him instead.
Not that he minded terribly - he'd always found it fun to be smacked around. To him, the fight, win or loss, was as good as any reward he might receive for winning, and her willingness to hit him meant that she had the right sort of angry personality he had wanted.

She only had to hit the dummy. Then he could give her the treat that she wanted. If she wanted it that bad, why didn't she just do what he asked? Stupid creature... but she was that. A creature.

Direk wanted him to just shut up and give her the treat. Or, better yet, go back to whatever stupid things he thought were more important than brushing her. If he left her alone, she would be just fine. Even if it was bitterly cold and full of nasty white fluffy stuff.

It was time to change tactics.
"Allright." Ruelash said, dodging another headbutt from Direk as he made his way back to the dummy. "So." he had an idea, "You want to hit me more'n the dummy?" he climbed up onto the dummy, perching on it's flimsy wood beams, crouching like some sort of blue feline, "Here. How about this?"

Direk took a few steps back and stared. This was new. What was he doing? Was it still him? The aldabuk was confused.

"Lets try it now." he said, shifting his weight to balance himself. He tapped on the dummy below him with the stick, watching her. "Attack!" he commanded, the dummy rattling under his weight. He knew it would topple if he wasn't careful - it wasn't built for this.

She stared at him. And at the stick. And at the swaying dummy.

She decided she wanted both him and the Dummy to shut up. In fact, she wanted him off the dummy. It wasn't right. She pawed at the ground, offended by the wrongness of the whole thing. The classless twoleg was supposed to be on the ground. Didn't he know that? Not on straw things.

She charged.

Ruelash fell to the ground, the dummy following in a spray of straw. He rolled quickly to avoid being crushed by the T support as it toppled over to indent the crushed and melted snow.

Direk was soon over him, nosing into his coat until she found what she had been looking for, knocked free by the many falls. She lifted her head and, delicately, ate the treat.

Ruelash patted her flank as he stood up, stabilizing himself against the fence. "Good girl." he said and, for the first time in his life, he felt proud of something that was not himself, "Good Girl.".