Sawtooth Spire set fire

She was surprised, to say the least, at the movement or lack thereof. That his body dropped so completely and easily didn't make her angry or disgusted with the underwhelming sensation of it but suspicious. Some wolves had different tactics and perhaps this one's was to submit first and throw his opponent off balance, or maybe he was actually submitting to her for some odd reason. Brows knit together as her teeth released him, golden gaze narrowing as she stepped back to observe him, out of reach from a second lick of his tongue for his first attempt had not missed. Her posture was still rigid, still prepared for anything but she was also curious. Why did he not fight?

She wound a tight circle around him now, more on edge in this instance than she had been when they had first met. It was now that Nanuk truly did not know what to expect and that both intrigued her and frustrated her. She did not know what to expect, and that was exciting, fueling that fire that burned within that threatened to combust in the presence of such adrenaline. She paused now, staring at him with ears thrust forward, waiting waiting waiting for him to make some kind of movement so that she could move in tandem, either against him or in defense of some attack. And that waiting was killing her.