Coconut Grove deta woh tumko bataa--

"Ah?" The language  Her lips curled in amusement, but not in laughter or the usual joy, but a smirk from his demenour. The snarling and snapping were clear signs of aggression, and she was no fool when it came to the 'challenge.' She wanted a conversation of this rainy day, but the unknown wolf wanted none of what she intended to get. Though there was always other ways to enjoy life then to banter in charades, isn't there? 

"A spar in the rain, aye?" Norsamu cackled slightly. She was no stranger to fighting, and rather enjoyed when the time came, though not often. She hasn't met too many aggressive wolves lately. The maned wolf took no care to trying to diffuse the tensity and fell into her own stance of battle. Her tail flickered in teasing, as she looking at him with her wicked smile. She welcomed his anger.