No Mediocre

"Greetings, sir. I am Misha Elaine Cae from the Tortuga pack," she would say politely despite the male's rude words. Misha would dip her crown in a respectful greeting to the male. She would lift her head up and look him over, his pelt of dark greys and browns not at all interesting. Misha knew she wasn't a good sight either, so, in looks, they were pretty much paired up.
"If you wish to spar, make the first move," she would say in a soft voice, melodic chords calling out to the male. The brown woman would splay her limbs out, distributing her wait evenly throughout her body, bending her joints a bit, ready to spring. Her claws gripped the barren land for traction, Misha pinning her ears against her skull and tucking her chin against her chest to protect her throat. The brown woman would align her tail up with her spine for added balance, her muscles tensed and her joints would bend, her hackles raised as she would bear her ivory fangs at the male.
FIGHT
Round 0/3
Misha vs. Atlas for spar
Attacks; None, giving Atlas the first move.
Defenses; Limbs splayed out for balance, claws gripping for traction, ears pinned against her skull, chin tucked against chest to protect throat, tail aligned with spine for more balance, muscles tensed, ready to act upon attack. Hackles raised and teeth bared. Joints bent, ready to spring.