Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Lagertha nodded as she received approval for a fight to begin that moment, lowering her body into a defensive position not unlike a hunting crouch. Her face took on a more emotionless look, not her usual candor, in an attempt at not being read by her opponent. Slate eyes scanned her friend, searching for weak spots.

Doe was a smaller wolf than she, less muscular as a result and had a shorter reach. The Viking could use that to her advantage, though she knew Doe would likely be quicker. Doe was also untrained, or so it appeared, and would be an easier target than someone well versed in the ways of war. 

Lag circled her for a moment, watching for the right time to make a defensive move. When the opening came, she lunged forward with the intent of thumping her shoulder against Doe's and knocking her to the ground. This was after all a spar and not an actual fight, thus she wouldn't try to hurt the Mexican wolf.