"Puella," he had not been able to grin at her efforts, "you are good at this." He had little idea about just what the girl could understand but nonetheless, he spoke slowly enough that his lips moved around each and every word with absolute precision. She had dodged albeit her clumsy footwork and he moved in sync, having batted a paw at her once more to intentionally miss. He wasn't sure if that was right - should you allow children to feel as if they could win? Sometimes he thought it best to do the opposite of what his father had done, as if it could help erase the chance of ending up like he or his siblings.
He danced back at a stride then, head swinging low before he met her mischief with his own; as she dove forward, he lowered his head at the last minute so that her teeth landed in the fur of his crown. Though it might have been an awkward position for the child, it was ideal for Elohim: slowly, he lifted his head up, trying his best to balance the girl atop it before he tilted his head in an effort to 'plop' her down on the grass - a flip, if you would.
He smirked then, challenging again as he danced back another stride from her; he moved in the same silence she did, something he had already grown to enjoy more than the usual small talk and bargaining. It was easier, no? He lowered suddenly after two or three strides, his stomach and chin entirely on the grass before he shuffled forward, his teeth snapping lightly towards her paws. Although this might have been a game, he figured it'd be best to make it...informative. If she was to ever leave Asteraia, she'd need to know how to be quick on her paws. For whatever reason - those he had yet to properly understand - he had taken it upon himself to ensure it. To think it had simply started off as bringing the child's mother something to eat, hm?