Let's Tango!

The boy is unsure as to why the older woman is so... giggly. Her good-natured attitude is not off-putting enough to make him leave, but it leaves him uncertain. Were they not here to spar? Why be in such good spirits when blood would be shed? Did she have a screw loose? His brow furrows as he nods slowly in response. At least fighting her would be different, perhaps unpredictable. Eyeing her up and down, he sets his defenses before propelling himself forward.

Akito is still a pup and while he finds himself more calculating than pups his age, he knows that she is more experienced. He can see it in the scars along her fur, the way she stands there, ready even if her bubbly demeanor would say otherwise. As he rushes forward, he stretches his legs with each step. Nearing the skeletal-colored woman, Akito lunges away from her and toward a decent-sized rock nearby. Leaping onto the rock, he twists and pushes himself toward her shoulder to get better leverage. Opening his jaw, he aims to latch onto her shoulder and hopefully stick the landing.