Stone Circle Getting up midday makes me tired

He was well aware that this woman was displeased with him but didn't expect to hear a snarl sound behind him as her steely exterior cracked. That made his battle instincts kick in, and his whole body tensed as he whipped around to face his opponent, ready to take some kind of blow—but she had not lunged for him, only challenged him. At least, that's how he viewed the action. Some would view it as a warning. However, seeing how he would not heed it, it may as well have been a blatant challenge.

The flash of intensity in his expression faded away at this realization and was replaced with a cool smirk. If she wanted to have at him, he expected her to catch him somewhat off-guard—this would be no spar, after all. How foolish, he mused. Still, he said, If it's a fight you want, I cannot deny you. If she gave any sign of affirmation, Corvus would lunge for her with parted jaws and aim for her muzzle in an attempt to seize it. He'd clamp down with a fierce grip and no intention of releasing it anytime soon.

If she showed aversion to a fight, though, he'd continue on his way with caution.