Canned Food Drive [Open Spar]

she lingered, poking around the area and eyeing those she can find. it wasn't as if she was aching to be bitten, but something between her shoulders itched with the whine to move. it had been ages since she had squared up with another in an effort of exercise, or roughhousing. unsure if she desired to the task of iron within her teeth, or the tingle of another body against her.. she'd answer this call. quiet steps leading her from his right. oranges eyes watching him, dark ears twitched back in an almost.. relaxed position. she was fully prepared to have her ass handed to her, and to enjoy it every step of the way. a last few steps were almost a skip, her head lifting to look at him with interest.

she stopped a neat distance away, slender frame absent of any injury or strain. simply a sick mind with a craving. "fae." words offered, the only effort to offer in awkward introduction. "my name."