Swiftly Toprak was on his feet, looking excited and ready for their game to begin. She could feel his exuberance and energy extend across the distance between them and be taken up by her body as well, encouraged by his smile and wagging tail into mimicking both in her own peculiar way. Her smile was shyer, more timid, but no less friendly and playful. Her tail wagged closer to her legs, but still at an eager rate. She shifted her weight on her paws, certain no matter how much she prepared herself physically that she would still end up defeated by the lightning quick Toprak. But she prepared herself mentally, up to the challenge and ready to enjoy the game even if she would not win.
Making a quick turn around her, the male wolf questioned how she wished to play the game, and Mercianne gave it a little thought. Hm. She was still likely to be the slower of the two; as quick as she liked to believe herself, Toprak had proven to be a more than worthy adversary. His slight build made him exceptionally light on his feet, and she was sure whichever way the game went things would still favor him. "I can catch you?" she asked, stepping toward him hesitantly in expectancy of a reaction. If he should agree, she wished to be ready. She would need any little head start she could get.