Thrax knew kate liked to be left alone to her "bathing" it was the only time he did not accompany her.<br/>he went to attacking the straw dummy with utter viciousness, the wooden two hander tearing into it, impact, twist, remove, Impact slam, followthrough withdraw. repeat, repeat repeat. Battle was somthing drilled into Thracians, frozen nomadic life, living off the land. he forced himself to flashback to the frozen wastelands of the Black sea, the cold sea wind around him, the frozen slow under his hooves. This bountiful southern land might make him soft, weak. This could not be allowed. Fight hard, Work hard, Fuck hard, you go soft you DIE...<br/>With the final thought he gutted the dummy and smashed the post it was attached to. Thrax stood there for a moment panting. He pushed his mane back and moved to check up on dearest Kate.