a shield for a soul

Her head swung. The large woman turned amicably to face the youth that approached her. She'd not seen him prior to this particular meeting, mind, but Bylgja didn't seem to care too much at all about that. If she knew his rank, she certainly said nothing about it. Why would she? She had, after all, called her packmates, and a Thrall was still a packmate despite their position. So! As the boy approached, Bylgja lowered her head and spread her front paws, lips twitching up into a pleasant but broad smile. The weather was nice. Nice for a fight.

"I wish to battle!" The assertation comes from her, bold, strong. Bylgja drags a paw in the grass and dips her head to him, just a little. Enough to let him know that he's got first move. She wants to see what he's got, and she wants to have a good time, and that's about all she's thinking of.