Let me hear your battle cry

The soil here practically reeked with the metallic tang of blood, and it unnerved her. Her random wanderings had brought her to the Battlefield for no apparent reason, but as a distant call went out for a challenger, her ears pricked. She wasn't a good fighter, but with all the conflict she was encountering, perhaps it would be a good idea to try and gain some expertise.

She loped off towards the sound, finding a she-wolf with vibrant blue eyes waiting. "Um, perhaps we could spar, if you'd like?" she offered, a tad awkwardly. She set her defenses, just in case the girl took her up on it. Ears were flicked backwards, head lowered and shoulders moved forward so the shaggy ruff of her neck would protect her throat. She did not clench her claws into the dirt, but let herself loosen up, ready to jump away if needed.

(How many rounds?)