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Soren knew he was not funny, not in the usual sense. So when he had a small herd of mares at his back he knew something was up. But it was not his fault. The mare resided in a tent and despite his repeated murmurs she would not stay quiet. It was no wonder that several of her friends had taken to following him, trying to get his attention as if they had nothing better to do.

So when he was joined by the young Famine stallion the look he gave him was definitely approving, and perhaps slightly relieved. The comment was met with a quiet snort of laughter. hardly half the clan but certainly more than expected. But he was not at fault, he was not the one that spoke about his... extracurricular activities. But he was not entirely certain if the second question was meant to ad to the joke or was serious until he looked over, noting the curiosity. He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I can show you my technique." He was just addressing the other stallion, but his low rumble filled the air around him, and a couple of the mares began looking between the two of them and giggling anew. Soren looked at them, evenly, face blank, and it was almost impossible to tell if he was joking or not. "He shows promise."

Over the next few days Kiwi might himself receiving a few speculative looks. The types of looks that might make him consider wearing pants.

"Privacy," Soren said without hesitation. Blessed privacy. There was giggling to be sure at his statement, but he ignored it. No, this was for the good of his fraying nerves with the giggly herd. He did not talk about his exploits for a reason, and they seemed like they were getting the wrong idea entirely.

But they were in the lands that housed Famine now. "Have a preference where?" They could need room to move a bit, but not too much, just enough for a few demonstrations. Soren was content enough to let the other lead up to a point.

Maybe Kiwi was trying to confuse the mares, but in reality it made him a bit hard to keep up with as he went a bit faster than Soren preferred. Thankfully his long stride helped him to catch up in open stretches, and soon enough they had left the others behind as they entered a grove of trees.

Soren had not been here before, not even on his pointless wanderings of clan grounds, and he looked around critically. It seemed to be as good a place as any and he nodded at the shorter stallion. "Yes."

Now then though, he had said something about show Kiwi his technique...which meant he had to come up with one. "You care what other's think about your looks?" It was a question that was only somewhat important, but he was curious to know the answer. It would help him to see what all they needed to focus on.

Soren was going to make a man out of Kiwi.

Soren dwelt for a moment on his answer, not really what he was looking for but nodding along with it. "True. But..." he let the word hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "It can't look like you're trying. Look the part without seeming to try to look the part."

That was something that for some reason mares seemed to like. The appearance of a nice looking stallion that seemed nonchalant, like he could roll out of bed and look that nice. "They know if you try too hard." A thoughtful look passed over his face. "Unless you want Conquest. Conquest likes too much finery and being groomed to perfection."

Soren nodded his approval, it was not perfect, but it would certainly do. "Different mares like different things. Best thing to do is highlight your strong points. Famine clothing shows your body, so highlight it." He began looking around the training area, and there was plenty of room to work in.

"Don't do the same thing over and over. Mix it up. Crunches, push-ups, chin-ups, keep it interesting. You'll work more muscles that way." As he spoke he took off his fur, carefully clipping the fragment broach to the chain around his neck that held his ring before setting it aside and peeling off his shirt. "What do you normally do?"

Soren thought about it for a moment as he removed his armor and gauntlet. "Don't let all of your training be fighting. You've got to build up strength to make your attacks effective. The young stallion seemed pretty agile, and that was something he could probably make use of. "Use different positions. They may seem odd but they can be effective."

He knew this would likely look ridiculous, but he looked at the trees and found what he was looking for, starting to scale it. There was a solid branch that forked slowly, heavy and thick enough to hold him, though he gave it a fairly firm testing before he began to maneuver, wedging his booted feet in and then slowly dropping his weight down, adjusting until finally he let go of the branch, hanging upside down. It was hard to talk like this so he just demonstrated, tensing his abdominal muscles and pulling himself up, dropping back down to twist from side to side, every conscious of his balance.

Righting himself was the hardest, leaning up until he could grasp the branch, holding onto it with his hands in a firm grip as he freed his feet, finally dropping back down to land beside Kiwi. "Its hard. You'll need shoes or wraps. Work up to it.



Then he began eyeing the other equipment the area offered, a slow hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Soren nodded, seeming pleased enough with the current efforts. It never hurt to try it on the ground where one could really put their full energy into it before attempting the more difficult positions.

But still, this was no where near enough. He moved to something he had seen with delight, but had not yet approached. two trees that had been close enough that someone had nailed on the proper notches, the same width apart, scaling up the tree. Nearby was a short length of a sturdy bar, and that was what Soren was going to demonstrate next, hoping it would hold his weight.

"You can also try this piece of equipment," he pointed out, before beginning to demonstrate. It was difficult for him, and for the lighter stallion it would probably be a bit easier, but he did have experience so at least he was not making a complete fool of himself as he began to move up the trees.