Come in Peace

She was a larger breed of wolf, and due to this, Njal expected her burly weight to level out in a disproportionate array when she stood at attention; however, he was surprised to see how naturally the woman fell in to the stance. How her body, imbibed with more fatty tissues than muscle, was almost eager to perform, and they hadn't even started working out the kinks yet. He saw potential within her - that same potential that had sparked curiosity during their initial meeting, now flourishing before him, kinetic. Njal let out a pleased chuff as he lowered his head, making it level with his shoulders. "Good. Now, hit me." He instructed. The corners of his mouth curled ever so slightly, and his chin ducked down to protect his throat. Now was the first test. He would be ready for whatever action she brought forth, and would do his best to defend against it. Njal would not give her boundaries — if she were to learn to fight, she would do it properly. Fighting meant teeth and claw and the potential for bloodshed; although he doubted it would come to that, Njal wasn't afraid of a few superficial wounds. Limbs bowed slightly at the joints as his block-shaped figure prepared to move and potentially, to retaliate.