The Sentinels Mean enough to stare your demons down

The ears of the white wolf perked as he spoke. She knew that he was not directly asking her, but also knew that he was inferring so. She tilted her head, chuckling a little. "I won't lie," Aria chuckled, her tail wagging a little. "I'm more of a healer, not a fighter," she commented, shrugging. While the girl had been trained in warrior practices and she was capable of many attacks and battle strategies, she had inexperience on her side. It was clear too, the pretty young wolf lacked scars and wounds, her coat full and without a scratch. There weren't even any nicks in her ears, which were almost a guarantee upon any fight. 

But even so, she did wish to help out her pack any way she could, and if the beta wanted a spar she would give him a spar. She was by no means bad, but against a toughened wolf such as Dante, Aria had little up her sleeve. The two wouldn't be unevenly matched, but she assumed Dante had seen it all, and any basic moves she had learned perhaps wouldn't cut it. She'd just have to fight with all her might, rather than her mind, she supposed. 

Aria dipped her head, smiling. "But, if I'll do," she began, falling into a play-bow, "I wouldn't mind an afternoon spar."