Gotta Try

Lyra watched the environment with a mild impatience, eyes scanning over and over again the horizon for any approaching wolves. It was a flat, dead land - easy to see for a far distance... and while there were other pairs, and some individuals who were more experienced than her, there were none for her. Yet. And she wanted practice. And someone needed to hurry up and show - oh. Hey. Just in the middle of her bitching, someone appeared, and Lyra cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, gaze tracing the wolf's form. White, clean, and glistening on one side, and the other side was an inky darkness, blacker than the night sky on a new moon. Split cleanly down the middle, it was a sight that Lyra hadn't seen before.

Within moments, the other was speaking, and Lyra cracked a small smile, eyes twinkling. "Why yes, I am. Thank you for noticing. But pretty isn't all I am. Perhaps you'd like to find out what else I am capable of," she purred in return, the sultry tone making no mistake of her meaning. And meant it she did, though she most certainly also intended to fight - she just wanted a response first.
"Speech" "You"