Fight me

Her ears twitched at his cool, careful response. She'd only been trying to jest, but okay, perhaps she could have been less... dry about it. Then again, it wasn't as if wolves poised to spar looked cheerful, exactly. "You sure about that?" she teased. Her tail wagged slightly, her tone evidently lighter.

"Anyway, it's good to meet you. I'm Malalia." She nodded at her newfound brother-in-arms. "I'm a future warrior as well. Future healer, too, and bad at jokes, apparently." For a brief moment, she surveyed him. "So, were you just waiting around for someone to attack you, then? Is that the way it goes around here?" Her question was not critical, but rather open. She was used to more coordinated sessions, but--well, new pack, new customs. If that's the way things were in the Armada, she was ready to adapt. Honestly, it was an interesting concept, if that truly were the case, and probably closer to a real battle than anything she'd ever experienced.

"Well, if you're looking for a sparring partner--" The yearling mirrored his own stance, ears flattened to her dome, weight shifted slightly to her hindlegs. "--I'm game." It would be her first spar within the new pack. Sirius would begin training her soon, but Malalia wanted to assess her own skills, and Dunkan had provided the perfect opportunity.