Silvertip Mountain Competition or not?

His newly appointed leader confessed she was a warrior, as well, and with a smile, asked him to spar. If he had eyebrows, one would have raised. He grinned back at her, nodding once as he stood.  His head instinctively lowered, protecting his neck. The sparkle in his eyes gave away some of his excitement.

He began to circle her, but made sure not to turn completely sideways to his opponent. If this were a real fight, his opponent would have access to his sensitive underbelly, which would surely put his life in jeopardy. His movements were steady and sure, waiting to see if she would make the first attack.