Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands

Eyes flash to the male, fixing him in her stare as she grazed over his body and up to his face where she met the tri-colored gaze of her would be opponent. He spoke with a thick accent, one she found she admired, but it did not distract her. He was a pretty thing, made of bluish greys and blacks with hints of lighter grey and even some white. The male's face was covered in a black mask, just as her own had been washed by white.  There was a sturdiness to his frame that suggested he was a practiced fighter with a confidence that spoke of at least a few wins under his collar. He wasn't quite as tall as she was, though his lighter weight might allow him to move a bit more fluidly than she could. He spoke then, pulling her from her thoughts as he spoke once again, verifying her suspicions about the call. "I am all I have, if you do not harm me too much, I will give you the same courtesy." She wasn't feeling particularly murderous or in much of an 'I'll maim you!' mood, so it was no trouble.

She glanced over to the female who moved to the side as the male moved to steady himself, his words bringing her focus back to him as he set himself before her. Dea spread her weight evenly on her paws, her eyes locking onto the hypnotic colors of her opponent's as she tucked her chin a bit and began to circle his blue-grey frame. She found an odd exhilaration thrumming through her veins as her paws carried her towards his right, the newcomer unsure of where to start her first spar with a wolf who wouldn't be secretly trying to kill her. The circling stops when she is able to be nose to tail with him and at his right side, though she remains out of reach until a sudden, sideways spring to her left brings her in his direction and she ducks her head down, aiming her teeth for a gentle hold on his hind leg. Her tail waved as she made her intent clear, this was truly only playing for her, and she would not cause any real injury unless she had to. Should her aim be true, Dea would lift her head with his leg in her mouth and lean her weight into her opponent, hoping to unbalance and topple him over so that she could move in to pin him to the ground.  

If it had been a real fight, Dea would have shaken her head once the leg was in her grasp, crippling the male and bleeding him like a pig. But, since it was only a playdate, she kept herself composed and tried her best not to hurt him too much should he end up between her teeth. The lust was there, the want to rip and shred him until nothing remained but a pink stain on the snow remained, Dea was not stupid enough to commit murder with a full witness standing beside the impromptu fighting ring. Gripping and toppling him would be enough for now, if she achieved it, and maybe she showed off her own set of skills to someone that wasn't family. It was strange to taste a wolf who she wasn't planning on eating, but this was only a way for her to blow off steam for her. A release she desparately needed.

Amos vs. Dea for spar
Round 1/3
Height: 40 inches
Build: Medium

*~~~* "Talking." *~~~* Thinking. *~~~*