Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

She was too caught up in her charge to really notice his feinting, though instinctively her paws lunged her in either direction as she lumbered toward him. In the end, Mordecai didn't dance away like she half-expected him to, which surprised the Alpha bitch, and rather than finding a way to throw her off-balance again, the wolf made his own strike. He caught the skin and fur by her shoulder easily, for she hadn't been expecting him to remain there, earning himself a rumble from the Alpha's chest.

“Excellent,” growled Jinx, and assuming Mordecai would allow her to step away rather than tearing her skin right off, she would put a pace or two between them. She had wanted to see what he did in the heat of battle, what his decisions were and how he would react, and she had seen exactly that. From this encounter alone, Mordecai appeared to be not only a quick thinker and adaptable, but also a patient fighter. He had waited for her to come to him, had waited for her to be in a compromised position, and had only struck when the opportunity presented itself.

It wasn't exactly her fighting style, but Jinx could respect that all the same.