Silvertip Mountain Competition or not?

She mimicked him in protecting her neck. It was one of the first things a wolf learned when fighting since it was a one-way ticket to death. He seen her smirk, and wondered what she was thinking. Did he make a wrong move? He mentally shook himself. Don't over think this. Don't let her get in your head. You know what you're doing. His eyes were on her, watching her every move, looking for a chip in her armor. But, he seen no weaknesses. But, she was smaller than he was. If he could get in the right position, he could overpower her with brute strength.

His sparring partner made the first attack, going for his ankles. He felt her teeth run across his skin, but she didn't break it. He quickly pranced away, trying to turn his head toward her thigh. If he was successful, he would have given her a nudge, letting her know that could have been teeth sinking into her leg. He turned to face her once more, this time going straight at her in an attempt to tackle her.