Sif smiles, his face turning red as he is squeezed. The gesture was very warm, and it was certainly welcomed by him. "Y-Yes, it was alright," he says, smiling at her, before he watches her example of weapon skills. It seemed easy enough, though if he was stood there for a second to long, the wolf could pounce on him or something. The second of not attacking would also leave [i]him[/i] vulnerable to an attack. He followed her finger to another wolf, before he nods. "Yes, I am. Teach me your ways, master," he chuckles as he approaches the wolf.

The wolf barked and growled at him as he neared it, which came about as a bit frightening to Sif. He started to quiver again. If fear was a status infliction, then it had reached a high. It barked louder as he swung his sword, once, then twice, and then he held his sword, waiting for the weapon skill to come up. Unfortunately, what he had thought earlier was right. Waiting had left him open, and the wolf pounces onto him, biting into his left shoulder. He shouts as if he is in pain, but in reality he is not. It is just the reflex of being in pain.