Hushed Willows No place like home for the holidays

Something had to be said for a wolf that didn't hide from a challenge. Stark appreciated it considerably, and it made him more optimistic about the female in general. Young, sure, but she didn't have the reckless sense to just throw herself at him. She waited. She positioned herself. She was thinking and that was something Stark liked to see. The alpha shifted his stance in turn, digging in with his claws before he launched himself at her. It seemed for a moment that he was headed for a direct hit, head on, but turned at the last moment to bump his shoulder against her instead, using her bulk to push off and redirect himself. 

He kept his head swung to face her, watching for a counter and giving her the chance to show what she was made of. It was intriguing to Stark, and battles of the mind and body were just as complicated when it came down to it.