Private Kane x Allora 1/1

At the sound of the word "food," Allora felt her stomach growl violently. She winced, and hoped that Kane hadn't heard. But he was too excited. He soon bounded off of the ground and sprinted out the door.
With the door now closed, Allora stood and shifted back into her anthro form, wrapping her scarf neatly around her. The silky material was opaque, so one layer of it was enough to completely cover her body without being see through. And it was long enough to wrap her completely in a leotard-like garb. She made her way over to the bed and examined the brownish bag. She bent over it, and her nose picked up the aroma of fresh food. Immediately, she started to salivate.
'He offered it to me, right?' she thought, staring at the bag. Making a decision she hoped she wouldn't regret, she opened the bag and began to search through it. She found some dried strips of some kind of meat, some fresh bread, and a couple oranges. Eagerly, she tore into them, her empty stomach aching in pain from receiving its first real nourishment in months. But she ignored it, and kept eating.

"I don't see why you care so much a fox." Jules sighed, having been taken from upstairs. Kane was a little upset by his comment.
"She isn't JUST a fox." he told her. "I just want to make sure she's okay."
"Whatever you say...." Jules groaned, clearly under-slept. He opened Kane's door, seeing Allora in her anthro form. Her figure, only being covered by her scarf, was fairly revealing as she was seen shoving food in her face with her back turned towards them. Staring at her ass, Jules whistled.

There was a whistle from behind her... well... behind. She turned, mouth stuffed with food, to see Kane standing with another woman, being an anthromorphic orange cat. She had on clothes that were clean but stained, having seen their fair share of injuries in the past. Her hair was in a harsh ponytail, with her larger-than-average ears seeming even bigger due to the hairstyle. And she was the one whistling.
Allora was by no means shy, and confident about her figure, especially her backside, as long as she was mostly covered. She was just surprised that it was a woman doing the whistling. But she didn't mind. She turned her stuffed cheeks back around and swallowed what was in her mouth, her stomach still crying for more.
"You must be Jules," she stated, still facing the opposite wall, watching out the window. She heard the woman pad up beside her.
"What happened to you?" she asked, eying Allora's body, eyes lingering on her swollen wrist and ankle.
Allora briefly recapped what had happened that day behind the Black Swan, as she nodded and listened, poking and prodding at different joints as she talked.
"And then I woke up here this morning, extremely sore." Her stomach growled. "And hungry."
"Well, the best I can do right now is splint your wrist, wrap your ankle, and hope for the best," the healer said, finally. "You should try to stay in your anthro form for the next few days at least, Your ankle isn't too bad, but your wrist is clearly broken."
Allora's heart sunk. Well, at least now she was getting that practice that she had needed in her anthro form in the first place. Sighing, she nodded.
"She should be fine," Jules said to Kane, and she made her way back over towards him.

Kane stood there with his hands by his sides as Jules left, doing his best not to ogle over her body. Her curves and her butt were almost impossible to not stare at. He found myself eying her body, unable to look away. It were as if he were in a daze. A small smile grew on his face with his thoughts drifted off into more 'unclean' areas.

"Thank you so much," Allora said to Jules. The cat anthromorph nodded her head curtly, and left the room. Finally, she glanced at Kane, who was nearly drooling on the floor. She cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed.
She knew that she would have to remain in her anthro form for at least the next week, so she wanted to make sure she was fully covered most of the time.
"Do you think we could go into town and grab me some... armor? Or at least some more clothes," she asked shyly.

Kane shook his head, snapping out of his perverted stare. He cleared his throat as well, doing his best to play off the awkwardness of the moment.
"Um, uh...yeah...yeah....sorry, I-"
Kane quit talking, getting a little angry at himself for being so perverse. He forced himself to gain composure and to keep a straight face.
"Naturally." he told her with a nod. "Anything you want- I mean need- I mean-"
Kane once again stopped, letting out a frustrated and sad sigh.
"Please forgive me." he apologized. "It's been a really long time since I've had company of any sort. Let alone company that's-" he swallowed nervously, knowing he'd regret admitting this. "-so attractive."
He avoided eye contact, motioning towards the door.
"Let's get you something to wear...." he said meekly, opening the door with head lowered.

Allora accepted that she was to be called attractive, having many others feel the same way about her, wherever she went. Though she was slightly more flattered that the mysterious, attractive wolf himself was doing the complimenting. She smiled slightly to herself, but remembered... what was Jake going to think? She pushed that out of her head immediately, and headed out the door with Kane.
The two made their way into town, down into the market. It was full of small shops and antique stores, trinkets, items with 'magical' properties, you name it. There were a few clothing stores, but Allora looked at what Kane was wearing, and realized she might need something more than just fabric.
"So... I should probably get some armor right?" she asked. "I don't really know how to shop for that," she said sheepishly, tugging at her scarf which graced her body just barely. She could see Kane's eyes on her chest.

Kane realized Allora noticed him staring at her chest. Doing his best to make a smooth recovery, he quickly looked over to a stall that was behind her.
"What lovely fish...." He said, as the fish salesman behind her tried his best to get the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Kane sighed, putting his hand on the back of his neck, feeling himself blush.
"Anyway," he told her trying to change the subject, "when you shop for armor, you need to know what it is that you're REALLY looking for and what would suit you the best. For instance-"
Kane stopped in front of her, touching his torso (and secretly trying to flex his muscles in front of her).
"What I'm wearing is reenforced, high grade leather armor. You can't just buy this stuff- not cheap at least, and certainly not around here. Every kind of armor though has it's difficulties that you learn to adapt with. Some armor protect you better, though are more of a pain to walk in and to move around, so we can rule out anything made of steel or metal plating. Leather would most likely work best for you, or you could invest in some enchanted robes that shield you with magic. They're a little more expensive, but I know a guy who sells some at discounted price. Or if you just want to stick to something basic, we could try finding some regular leather armor around here. If you have any other suggestions, feel free to let me know. It's your body after all and- um...."
Kane found himself staring at her body once more, finding himself getting aroused. He quickly shook his head.
"Get your shit together!" he thought to himself. He looked away, knowing for a fact that he had been caught ogling her once again.

Being one for fashion, Allora knew that robes covering her ENTIRE figure wouldn't suffice. "I think we should go with some leather... Maybe something with an emblem, or pattern! Ooh do we get to pick out shoes?!" She felt herself getting unprofessionally girly at the thought of shopping, and composed herself. "Uh, I mean, lead the way, Kane," she huffed, controlling her excitement.
The two made their way down through the market even further, Kane taking her away from the more common areas for shopping and deeper into the warriors district. Less food... more weaponry. Allora grinned to herself, feeling anticipatory.
Ebony's were normally highly trained in combat. Allora of course had left the Brimstone line when she was young, so her own clan had not had the opportunity to train her. She was only able to meet and learn very little from the Ebony's that came into the city, clad in black leather armor with throwing knives and daggers. The pure black Ebony's... Allora's tail twitched, worrying for a second that someone could see her white tip. But she had put charcoal dust on it just a couple days prior, so she knew it was hidden.
The two reached a leather smith, a stout human man with bushy red facial hair. He was hanging up some kind of animal skin to be tanned, and didn't notice the two furries approach. Allora, having no idea what kinds of questions to ask, looked expectantly at Kane. "Well?" she questioned.

Kane cleared his throat as the burly man carefully focused on stitching a piece of his armor, embroidering a symbol on it. His straggly beard was unkempt, clearly in need of a trim. He turned his head, finally noticing the white wolf standing before him. He didn't even notice Allora at first.
"Hello," he said with even his voice sounding manly. It was like he was had gargled nails and flossed with sandpaper. "how might I assist you, sir?"
"I not the one in need of assistance" Kane told him kindly.
He motioned towards Allora with the armor dealer's eyes widening.
"Certainly a beautiful lass." he said without missing a beat. He began to laugh to himself. "I wouldn't mind a poke for myself, but I wouldn't want to toss fur that wasn't mine."
He winked at Kane. After such a bold statement, Kane couldn't help but stare back at the man, then glance over to Allora awkwardly.
"You misunderstand," he explained to him, "we're not-"
"Now, lass," the smith said setting down his current project, completely cutting Kane off. "What is it that you'd like? Something regal? Something sturdy?"
He looked at Kane once again.
"Maybe something a little revealing to give your pup somethin' to stare at?" he finished, having a hearty chuckle. Kane's face was practically beat red at this point, even behind his white fur.
"Her and I aren't-"
"So what'll it be, Lass?" the smith asked once again, cutting off Kane for a second time. Kane put his hand on his face, feeling uncomfortable.

"Something black," was all she could say. She really had no more ideas than the man asking her. "And something, leather?" she asked, hopeful.
"No problem, lassie. I think I have something here for you already made up," the man chuckled. He opened an older looking chest, a couple of them actually, and pulled out some pieces here and there. It wasn't until the fifth or sixth piece that she realized they were pieces of an armor set.
"Here you are, Lass, do you think these might fit 'ye?" he asked, handing her the pieces in an armful. She tried to take all of them out of his hands, but ended up dropping a few of them. She bent over at the waist, knowing very well what the two men were staring at as she did so. She decided to try on the leather britches first, to cover that right up and solve that issue. They fit perfectly, maybe a little tight over her backside, with a small slit for her tail to fit through.
The next was a chest piece, made with some give for her chest, and it also fit perfectly. The leather smith before her certainly had an eye for sizing bodies up. She smiled at the irony, and tried on the bracers.
Those fit as well as the gloves and shoulder pieces. The only thing she had an issue with were the boots, but it only took him one more try to get her size perfectly.
She had put the pieces on top of her scarf, so it was hidden beneath her new armor. She loved it... save for it being slightly plain. But she was happy with it, as long as it didn't cost too much. "How much do you think..." she began, looking at Kane worried. It really was fine armor.

The smith smiled at her, shrugging his broad shoulders.
"For you," he said with a grin "I'll take ten gold. Wouldn't want your pup to pay too much."
The price alone was steep, even with the 'discount'. Kane regardless reached into his satchel, pulling out a sack of gold. He reached inside, pulling out ten pieces. It took him nearly an entire week of nothing but annoying errands to obtain it, but she was more than worth it. Besides, he couldn't risk her getting injured. He placed the gold in the smith's hands with a nod.
"There you go." Kane said with a grin. "Thank you."
"I should thank you" the smith said with a laugh. "I haven't had business all week."
Kane suddenly wondered if he had been tricked, but forced himself not to say anything. He looked at Allora with a smile, opening his mouth.
"Try not to undress her too much." the smith interrupted him before he could speak. "The armor won't do any good if it's not on her."
Kane looked uncomfortable again, letting out a sigh.

Allora smiled broadly and thanked the man, laughing lightly at his not-so-indirect jokes directed towards Kane. The two furries headed back down the street, Allora herself simply enjoying the weather.
And that's when she saw him, it was Jake. An Ebony like her, who was dead set on claiming Allora as his own. One of the best warriors in the clan, he was also one of the most desirable by women. He stood with a group of his men, laughing loudly and slapping each other on the backs. Allora moved to subtly hide herself behind Kane's body, but it was too late.
"Hey, it's Allora!" he called before she could get out of view. She played it off well, coming back in sight like it was just the way they had been walking. Jake made his way over to her, whistling at the sight of her in her new armor.
"Not too shabby, baby, I was beginning to worry you would never start your training." Suddenly, roughly, he grabbed Allora on the waist and kissed her. She was so shocked, she didn't even move, keeping her eyes wide open and remaining paralyzed throughout the entire kiss.
He pulled away, grinning darkly. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time, though maybe next time you could reciprocate a little, hmm?" He let go of her waist, pushing her away from him as he did so. She stumbled backward, easily regaining her balance, but shocked at his behavior.
It was as if it was the first time she noticed Kane. "Who's the dog?" he asked rudely.
Allora swallowed. She knew Kane was an excellent fighter, but Jake was in a different class from petty criminals and thieves. He was one of if not the best warrior in Ebony for his age, and he knew it too. Two curved swords were his weapon of choice, and he fingered them at his sides loosely as he addressed the wolf.

Kane acted like he wasn't caught off guard by the kiss he had witnessed. There was a burning anger growing inside his chest, though remained fairly calm. His eyes met Jake's, only being greeted by a cocky look. The group of men he was with were untrained, undisciplined, inexperienced, and was obvious they wouldn't be able to handle themselves under pressure. They would be easy enough to kill, though....
Kane looked over at Allora. Clearly she had no affection for this man. Or perhaps she did and hid it well. As much as he wanted his jealously to take over, he remembered that he had to control himself. Besides, it wasn't like him and Allora had any kind of future. A beautiful fox with a scarred up and dopey wolf? It was almost laughable.
"Forgive me," Kane told him, extending his hand like a gentleman. "I don't feel I've ever met you before. My name is Kane; I'm a Wolf. You might know me better as Vox Hunter."
Kane had built up somewhat of a reputation. Aside from slaughtering countless bandits and highwaymen, escorting a few members of royal blood, and even getting involved in a few wars, Kane was most known for stopping the "Vox Crisis"
Kane had single handedly sliced his way through a castle filled with undead. The body count of said resurrected was undetermined. Some say it was a thousand, some claimed it was a TEN thousand. The feat alone of cutting his way through and making his way to the top was considered almost legendary. What really made it memorable was the fight that accrued in the highest chamber. A rebellious military officer, Aaron Vox, had used the help of dark magic to conjure the dead and will them to do his bidding in a half attempt to overthrow the land.
Nobody really knows what happened in the castle in exception to rumors of an intense battle, but everyone reported seeing Kane walk out covered in blood, cuts, carrying a sword in one hand and the head of Vox in the other. He had received the nickname Vox Hunter after that. He never honestly liked it.
Another less memorable event was with Kane defending a small settlement against a bandit raid. He fought with the guards agasint a total of four bandit clans, easily being over a hundred in total. Kane's body count was undetermined, though it was agreed that without him the town wouldn't be standing. The children in the town after that decided to call him "Glass Eye Kane" (or just Glass Eye) after seeing his intense stare during the fighting, and for the few times he had actually picked up children to take them to safety. His stare was so strange they thought his eyes weren't real. It didn't take long for children to make the name stick. Even some adults called him that playfully. He didn't like that name either.
Kane waited for Jake to reach out and shake his hand, assuming he was going to in the first place.

Jake eyed his hand suspiciously, though after hearing who the wolf-man actually was, he sure didn't want to come off as disrespectful. He took it, shaking it cautiously. "Jake Blackriver. These are my men, Sean Blueskies, Cassius Goldenhills, and Tracy Greentree." The three men approached Kane and shook his hand as well, cautious more than anything.
Jake turned his attention back towards Allora, "And this is my woman, Allora Silverfield." He leaned in for another kiss, but this time, she turned her head.
"I am not yours, Jake, and I do not wish to be. How many times must I tell you?" she said firmly, turning back towards him, making eye contact.
His eyes narrowed. "To not want me... that's absurd." He looked her up and down, eyes lingering on her backside and breasts, then back at her eyes with disgust. "Sometimes I wonder if you are even true Ebony. Come on, let's go, we have buisness anyway." He took one last look at Kane, a mixture of fear and hatred in his eyes, then turned tail and headed back down the street.
Allora had never felt more like crying. Had he seen her white tips? She glanced back at her tail, but it was still black as ever. But her pride had been crushed. Not a real Ebony... it was one of the worst insults a member of her Clan could recieve. She looked up at the sky, keeping her tears stagnant in her eyes, and blinked hard.
"Let's go..." she mumbled, and turned around, heading back up the street. "Lead the way," she said, though she was already several meters in front of Kane to begin with. Not caring, she continued down the road, unable to make eye contact with anyone.

Kane and Allora headed back towards the Tavern with Kane walking beside her. He had remained silent, not wanting to say anything that could upset her. They got closer to the Black Swan Tavern, seeing a drunk mercenary stumble outside with a flagon in hand. Kane was tempted to crack some sort of joke at his inebriation, but withheld it due to Allora's silence. The look on her face actually worried him. It felt like he was holding his breath trying to not ask for information.
The two of them entered the Black Swan Tavern, instantly being shouted at.
"Hey you two!" Jules happy voice rang, as she was sitting at one of the tables. "Come over here!"
Kane sighed, politely heading over to the table. Jules was still clearly sober, but the flagon beside her was nearly empty. She had always been one to handle herself when it came to drinking, but Kane never liked the element that much. He'd dealt with enough drunks in his days to realize how annoying they were to handle.
The two of them sat down at the table with Jules reaching in her pocket. She dug around a bit with her tongue sticking out to it's side as she scanned the lining of her pockets with her fingers. Finally getting a hold of what she wanted, she pulled it out, tossing it onto the table: it was a crumpled up piece of paper. Kane gave her a funny look, soon with Jules smoothing it out.
It was a sketch of some strange symbol of a sun with a shaded in heart in the middle of it.
"You guys have any idea what the heck this is?" she asked them curiously. "the mercs I've been patching up keep talking about how they saw this symbol. I can't understand what the hell they mean considering the ones who I've patched up are too scared to talk about it. Every one of them took up the job involving a cabin by the Bray Lake."
"You mean the one I was at not to long ago on that alchemist job?" Kane asked. Jules nodded.
"Yeah," she told him, "a job was posted by some worried family members about seeing if a man by the name of Harold is alright. They say he stopped contacting them weeks ago and have been worried. They're too worried to travel to his home considering the recent spike in bandits. They think he might be held captive. I just don't know what the hell THIS is."
Jules pointed at the symbol again.
"I don't know either." Kane told her honestly. Kane glanced over at Allora. "Do you?"

Allora looked curiously at the other two, wondering how it was possible for them NOT to know what the symbol was.
"That's the sun-dancer crest," she said matter-of-factly. The sun-dancers were a family of Ivory fox's. Ivory's were friendly to and often teamed up with Ebony's in battle, traded with them, and helped each other out during the winter. The sun-dancers were the royal family about forty years ago, until they disappeared. Some say drowning in Bray Lake, falling through the ice.
The sun-dancers got their name because every morning at sun-rise they would dance to honor Rascha, the sun god, for blessing them with light. Ivory's liked the day time, and lived farther north where the winters lasted longer. Ebony's tended to live more south, and were nocturnal. The city with the Black Swan Tavern was at about the halfway point between the two Clans, though the Brimstone Mountains were due west.
The sun-dancers were said to have gotten up one morning with an early freeze, the lake frozen and covered in snow. They decided to thank Rascha for the freeze by dancing on the lake. Well... it was an early freeze for a reason, and they fell right through.
Nowadays, a subgroup of Ivory's called the White Hand had decided to use the brand of the sun-dancers as their symbol, and they paraded it around, saying it gave them the right to do whatever they wanted because Rascha willed it, in the name of the sun-dancers. People got mad and didn't beieve them... until they started seeing the sun-dancers again. Not alive mind you... the White Hand were necromancers.
Since then, the Ivory's and Ebony's had been separated, no one daring to cross Bray Lake, or even go near it, for fear of being slaughtered by the undead said to be living there.
These were all just rumors, of course, but Allora relayed them in the detail that she had been learned by her Clan. They listened, nodding occasionally.
"As for the man..." Allora finished. "The White Hand needs fresh blood to do their work, that could be why they haven't heard from him." She shrugged. 'It's probably too late to find him, but it would be nice to take them down and reunite the Clans."

Kane's ears twitched, seeing the dead serious look she had about taking down Rascha and the White Hand. This clearly was a subject that hit home with her. Jules had a similar look of surprise on her face.
"Well this isn't good...." Jules commented. "I knew things were bad, but not THAT bad."
Kane felt a little embarrassed that he had never heard of the Sun-Dancers, though tried to make up for his lack of knowledge by being proactive.
"I'm ready to set out and solve this issue once and for all," Kane told Jules boldly, "I don't want any more people getting harmed. I'm just...."
Kane let out a sigh, finally glancing over to Allora a little unsure.
"Allora," he told her, "this is a bound to be dangerous and possibly bloody. Are you willing to accompany on such a job? I don't want you to have to live with the burden of watching lives being taken. With that said, it's bound that you're going to mixed into this fray a bit. Are you sure you're willing to take a life if you must? Do you even think you could handle yourself in such situation."
Kane quickly regretting his wording.
"I'm not saying you couldn't!" he quickly added in fear. "I just don't...um..."
Kane sighed, lowering his head, mumbling the word 'fuck' under his breath. Jules found this unusual for Kane. He was normally well spoken and rarely stumbled over his own words. She glanced over at him as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting on with his arms crossed and his eyes closed as if to portray himself in deep thought. In reality, he was trying to not to be awkward.
"Damn," Jules laughed, "you all right, Kane? I've never seen you so flustered." A smile curled on her lips. "Are you thinking about getting a little more intimate with your new friend here?"
Kane's eyes shot open with a sudden awkward jolt from the surprise. In his startled state, he leaned back too far, soon with his chair falling backwards. With a crash, he landed on his back. He let out a groan of pain, not wanting to move. Jules busted up laughing with Kane's ears folding backwards.
"N-no...." he said while laying on his back on the floor, as if to act like it were nothing. Jules was holding her sides from all of the laughter.
"I beg to differ from THAT performance!" Jules snorted, pounding her fist down on the table in her fit of laughter.

(( correction, Rascha is just the sun god that they worshipped, Rascha isn't causing or enforcing what the White Hand is doing, so we aren't trying to take down the sun god!))
Allora snorted, watching Kane trying to right himself from falling. He was clearly nervous around her, though not because she intimidated him, but because her body did. She snorted again, watching him all tangled up in his own feet and the chair.
"I... think I could handle myself," she said, still trying not to giggle as Kane finally resided to simply sitting on the floor, playing it off like it was more comfortable anyway.
"Honestly, I haven't had much training, nor do I have a weapon..." She thought. "The people of my Clan use daggers and curved swords, usually double wielding them. Maybe you have a few extra's lying around?" she asked.
"Maybe," said Jules, thoughtfully. She scratched behind her ear absently, staring into space. Then, she snapped her fingers. "There's a lost and found behind the bar, and some old fool is bound to have left something back there for you to toy with." She looked at Kane, still on the floow. "You should get her some weapons when you have the chance. And teach her some things." She stood, headed to the bar.
"Oh," she said over her shoulder. "Things about fighting, not the kind of things you're thinking of, you pervert," she laughed. Allora snorted again.

Kane got up from the floor and dusted off his armor, acting like he didn't hear Jules, or Allora snorting. He didn't waste any time going over to the counter, with the bartender cleaning some of the flagons and humming a tune to himself. He glanced up, seeing Kane come his way.
"I don't have to make you pay for that chair you almost broke, do I?" the bartender laughed.
"They're shit anyway." Kane huffed, tired of making himself look like a fool around Allora, who was now standing beside him. "Do you think we could see what weapons you've got in the lost and found?"
"Certainly," the bartender said with a nod. "I'm getting sick of having these back here anyway."
The bartender reached under the counter, beginning to set weapons on the bar table.
There was a pair of daggers, a short sword, and a ax (that looked like it were only meant for chopping wood). Kane looked over at Allora, already assuming what she wanted.

Immediately, the daggers caught her eye. They were curved, with black leather hilts and sheaths. The leather was worn, but usable. She reached for them and picked one up in her right hand. It was poorly balanced, but once again, usable. They were heavy as well, which she didn't prefer, but she didn't mind. It was most important to her that she have a weapon and learn to use it.
"I'll take these," she said, picking them up. She fastened the sheaths on either side of her hips, where she could easily reach and unsheathe the daggers if she needed them. Kane nodded approvingly.
"Very nice," Jules said from behind them. They turned. She nodded in Allora's direction, then looked back at the table. Instead of the Sun-Dancer's symbol, in front of her was now a map. "Come over here you two."
Allora headed back over to the table, thanking the bartender for the daggers. She fixed her eyes on the map. It was a map centralized on the town of Westerfall, showing only a small section of the continent of Kumra. The Brimstone mountains were to the west, cutting a harsh line vertically up the side, with both the northern and southern tips of the mountain range extending far off of the edges of the map. To the east was the port city of Esteredge, and the Wilde Sea. To the south, there was the abandoned city of Blackrose, the ruins of which were said to be haunted, and the Burned Lands surrounding. It was said that the trees would never again become green in those Lands unless a great evil was overthrown, the evil said to live beneath the volcano that caused the fire itself, the fire that also destroyed Blackrose.
But it was to the north that the three furries looked. About a days travel north (in beast form) from Westerfall was Bray Lake, which marked the beginnings of Ivory territory, Allora knew. The path would take them through the woods, which she knew were beautiful during the autumn season, the forest floor covered with crunchy leaves. They would also have to cross a small creek, marked on the map with only a thin line. It was so small, that it did not even earn itself a name.
The creek itself though forked within the forest, with half of it heading north towards Bray Lake, being downhill into a valley, and the other half heading east and meeting up with the much larger Gyra River, that flowed into the Wilde Sea.
"Take this with you," Jules said to them, handing the map to Kane. "Though I recommend you leave tomorrow morning. You have quite the trek ahead of you."

Kane examined the map, constructing what their course would consist of in his mind. He muttered to himself, stopping the moment he realized he was zoning out while staring at the map. He stood up with his back straight, thanking Jules. He left the map on the table for the time being, looking back over to Allora, seeing her hold the dagger in her hand. They way she held it showed her inexperience. He stepped closer, worried he was too close to her in the back of his mind.
"So," he said doing his best to be confident and outspoken, as all teachers should be, "before you can walk you must first learn how to crawl. I'd ask you what you know, but from the way you're holding that, you clearly don't know much. Here."
Kane reached his hand out, grabbing onto hers. He felt his heart jump a bit from the contact of her hand agasint his, but told himself to be professional. He curled her fingers properly around the hilt of the knife. From where he was standing, it was difficult to do, but he managed.
"There." He told her. "Much better. Now, show my how you think you're supposed to swing that."
He took a step away from her, not wanting to get cut into.

Allora stopped for a moment, her eyes unfocusing, muttering to herself. Then, she swung, upwards from her hip across her body. She grinned, hoping it was correct, looking towards Kane for approval.
"How was that?" she asked, nervous. He took another step closer to her, and she felt her heart flutter a little bit.

Kane did his best not to put his hand agasint his head. He didn't want to sound like an ass, but he had to be honest with her if she were ever to learn.
"I'm normally not one to criticize," he told her, "but that was....not....good."
Not wanting to make Allora feel bad, he quickly explained himself, speaking slightly faster than normal.
"It's not your fault though," he explained, "you haven't had the combat experience I've had nor have you had anyone to train you- or at least I hope not. Normally, that kind of move would have worked, but it's more of a flourish movement than it is a stable attack. When using daggers, yes, you need to be light on your feet with movement being key, however that doesn't mean you don't take up any kind of defensive stance. Here, I'll show you."
Kane, now acting out of impulse in fear of upsetting her, got behind her. He put his arms around her, grabbing onto her forearms. Trying to fix her stance, he put his foot next to hers, pushing agasint it to make her move into a proper stance. In doing so, he was unawere just how close his body was to hers. He motioned her arm to a sideways slash as he explained to her the importance of stance, though was unable to have her hold the knife correctly. The only way to properly explain was to get even closer to her body. That would mean literally touching up agasint her.
"I...." he took a deep breath, trying to stay professional. "I'm sorry, this might be a little too personal, but...."
Kane felt his heart race a bit. If he was ever going to teach her properly he had to do it. Slowly, he pushed his body agasint hers, able to grab onto her hands now. He adjusted the way she held the knife and the showed her the different positions it was held in for certain moves. He could feel her backside agasint his front along with her soft tail, unable to help his blood flow under control. He felt himself start getting shaky, making her hands shake as well on accident upon the realization he had an erection.
"S-s-s-s-s-mmmm....uh....." was as close as he could get to apologizing to her. For some reason he couldn't will himself to let go.

Allora giggled, not uncomfortable at all. "Like... THIS?" she asked, mimicking the move he had shown her, whilst purposefully pressing her backside against his erection even more. She could feel how uncomfortable he was without even having to look. She snorted, making eye contact with Jules. The two burst out laughing.
Kane let go of her, covering his face sheepishly with one hand (and his member with the other.) Allora secretly wished he hadn't let go, but didn't let it show at all. Instead, she decided to make things even more entertaining.
"Let's spar!" she suggested, excitedly. She knew fully well that she would lose, in anthropomorphic form at least. "First in this form, then beast form," she grinned. "No weapons?" She looked at Jules for confirmation.
The healer grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good laugh. Kane, take it easy on her, why dontcha?" Several of the other people in the bar had taken notice and were beginning to gather around the two furries. Allora grinned again.