Her tail pat the air gently as he spoke of his wellness, then stroked the ground faster still when he implied his lack of sparring. While perhaps her mate might have considered this a terrible thing, the autumn wolf of the mountain looked to this as an opportunity. Smiling, she immediately pulled herself to stand, minding her stance to ensure its stability before stepping boldly forward.
If there was a means to supply a distraction for the mind, sparring was certainly an able outlet.
“Well then,” she piped, much like a pup would exclaim at the prospects of a game. “We shall have to change that, won’t we?” Lowering her head to rest between her shoulders, she pushed the broad guard forward to protect her neck with the healthy folds. Her tail remained low, at ease by her ankles, but ready to move should she need the extra limb for balance. Her eyes narrowed to Ayvo she her throat shook with a purposeful yet nonthreatening growl. |