Foolish me for thinking I won't fall back and slip

It's a light jog that she picks up. Hazel's eyes were bright. She's watching the boy carefully, watching the way he moves, the way he postures within the circle with her. Though he is quick, and the movement sudden, Hazel saw the movement where it started. Her gaze started at his shoulder, watching before it comes in. The man was smart enough to know that he needed to be quick, but quick wasn't everything. Hazel continued her high-headed jog, gaze never leaving the pale wolf as she did.

"Fast is good, but fast isn't everything. If you start when you're standing still, then your movements are a lot more telegraphed. Starting only when you're trying to strike means your opponent will know when you're coming. " Hazel continued to dance at the boundary of the circle, tipping her head as if to egg him on. Again, it's an invitation. While it looks like a child's game, there was a method to her madness.
"Speech"