Emberflame Ridge no storms but all the friction

Grezig took in the toss of Embry’s head. He leapt to his paws, then, asking if she wanted to duel on it—on how the trees had been destroyed. She almost said no. It did not really matter how the trees had been burned. She’d been stubborn about it only in that she thought she was right and he was wrong. But it was nothing to fight over. But, studying his body language, she could see that he only wanted a friendly fight. A spar. He was smiling, even. She sighed. Was this worth her time? Maybe. Maybe a practice fight would be good for her. She hadn’t had a fight of any kind in some time. 

She stood. “Fine. But— this will be a friendly spar only. No eye shots, no drawing blood. Understand?”

Waiting to make sure that he did, in fact, understand, she took a running charge at him, attempting to lunge and bite at his shoulder—not hard, obviously. She would follow her own rules, of course.

As per the Tabletop post:
Attack: 6 - miss
Health: 6/6