This Is What It Feels Like

"It is indeed a pleasure on my side as well, miss Azalea." He smiled lightly, the large male reminding her too much of her brother... well, without the judgmental look. They were both too nice to be here, to be hanging on the edge of a fight. They were going to spar, at least she assumed he would not turn her away. Somehow, drawing blood on a willing victim seemed cruel.

"If you are looking for a friendly spar then I would be happy to oblige. It never hurts to brush up on one's own fighting skills." Azalea nodded, her face suddenly rather serious as the male slipped into a defensive position. Eyes ran over him, hitting in key places to note where his defenses were the best and where she anticipated him to have the most ability. "Yes, friendly, just don't take it too easy on me! I do love a challenge."

He had lowered himself, providing a lower center of gravity, fur raising and tail tucking. Preparing for a fight though he still held a smile on his face. Azalea remained as she was, front legs already set wider apart and bent slightly. She shifted her weight to her hind end, feeling the ground below her paws. Hackles went up and her tail went out straight, streamline with her spine.

With a jolt she rushed forward, ears folding back, eating what little distance stood between them. The little wolf was off center, lightly to the right of him (her right not his). At the last moment she feigned left, head twisting around to grab where his neck met his torso. Her front dug in, the right one shifting out to grip the ground as she swung her hind end around, trying to get it out of his reach.



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defense: lowered body, hackles raised, ears back

attack: attempting to bite his neck near the start of the shoulders