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She rumbled lowly in soft satisfaction. She knew was right. She knew the nuances well, how when irritation welled, it was best to work it out physically as she was not really one to.. talk it out. Not when she had problems, anyway. She would only be able to listen.

While she was a wolf who aspired to see peace and loved it dearly when it was there, the allure of violence always hovered in the back of her thoughts. Born and raised for war, she knew she would never shake these feelings, and nothing compared to the satisfaction of a good grapple -- even if he was of an "enemy" sort. Amekaze did wish to see what he may do, how he would move, what tricks he might possess... and so on.

She looked him over eagerly as he pawed the earth. Whatever you feel in your gut, she answered simply, a mischievously taunting look in her eyes as she unrooted herself from her spot to loom nearer to him. You do not need me to tell you, she jeered humorously. Her hackles rose up and her steps were airy, although the smug look stayed on her expression. She dared him.