Moonspear She's got eyes of the bluest skies

that wasn't what he meant, of course. it wasn't a formula, wasn't a one size fits all type of deal. every opponent was different-- size, strength, weaknesses. some wolves were more agile, better at offense, some were bulkier, built for defense. there were indicators of everything, usually, and if you could pinpoint one of those you could give yourself the upper hand in battle. but wraen clearly didn't want to be bored by that... so he just dropped it. one day, maybe. 

he grinned at her comment, little snake she was, but his tail was wagging. he was sort of humble... sort of. 

then, as she danced away, bone in her mouth, terance gave his own few hops forward. his own strengths lied in the defensive, but if she had the bone-- he was coming for it! letting a playful growl rumble in his chest, terance gave one good leap towards her, aiming to grab that bone from her pretty little jaws!!