Ash Paw had been tending to altars, when a call went up for her. She followed it to the male, Deathbringer. Such an interesting name. It was rather foreboding. Though she thought perhaps there was a lighter heart underneath maybe. It just needded to dig a little.
She followed behind him. Having to take two or three strides to his one. HIs long limbs tearing up more ground than she could handle, but she daren't complain. It wouldn't look good if she started this encounter complaining, and she was eager to learn.
Ash Paw followed in silence, small footpaws taking two steps to his one. She was used to that, thank goodness so she wasn't hurting or growing tired. Everyone took bigger steps than she, and most wolves didn't realize it.
Okay.
She smiled and then waited. Ears forward, eyes upon his face and then moving away, but she wanted him to know she was paying attention.
She frowned in thought. I would think defense first, because if you're not a strong fighter you would want to defend. And being able to observe and pinpoint what your opponent is doing.