Moonspear I've seen this room, I've walked this floor

Once he confirmed to her that he was ready, Hydra was quick to set into action. The she-wolf did not seek to get him off of his feet immediately; he knew that was her goal, after all. It was most wolves goal in a fight; that was when their opponent became the most vulnerable. So Hydra moved around him in a slow, loose circle, granting him space enough to do what he would with. Hydra set her defenses; her ears were flat upon her crown and her eyes narrowed, tail placed where it ought to be; her muzzle draped protectively over her throat. She wondered where he thought she might strike; most would surely go for the most obvious open-point upon him, his remaining hind leg. Hydra, however, then feinted a lunge toward his front portion once she adjusted and had become head-on with him. She did not yet bridge the gap, but wanted to know how he went about the feint and if it would provoke him to reacting too quick. He was most stable standing where he was, after all. At least for now.