What's the word?

He curtly nodded his head as he led her to an open space outside the market. The winter chill was perhaps a little biting but the day was rather clear. Their breaths would be easily seen in the air.

He was excited to learn something new, and learning how to handle someone who carried knives would also help him in the future. Especially if he should face her again during a raid. Granted he knew she wouldn't show him all of her moves.

Here they were, a nice flat space to face off and spar or see what she could show him.
The flow, a dance. Less about moves and more about balance. The white wolf already had a knack for movement.

"Let's see what you got!" He started, an eager gleam glinting in his eyes as he faced her. A half wild look that was all his own, separate from his brothers. A look that had already seen the face of death more than once.