Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

Wraen was not going to stand and wait, until the fellow reached her and got an upper hand of her. She had a natural respect to anyone, who was bigger and older than her (these two things often equaled more experience), and was not going to test her strength and meager abilities in a sparring match.

The moment he began to move, she did so as well. She ran in a large loop, encircling him like a sheep gone astray, barking at him and occassionally stopping in mid-stride, to go down in a quick play-bow again, to dash forward right afterwards.