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She seemed to lure at least a little bit of a response out of the wolf with an iceberg for an attitude, so she chuffed a low laugh. Childish? Antics? I think not, she answered and shook her head. In good humor, perhaps, she jeered, while the unspoken extra was about how he seemed to lack it. Still, she was entertained.

He took to circling her and her heart picked up a faster rhythm. She was pleased, but wouldn't allow herself to be circled on like a carcass. Ame sprung forward and joined his circle, her eyes turned inward towards him to watch; he had grace about him, what with his long lean build. He was not a bulky monster of a wolf, either, and she could see the potential for this to be interesting. She was all fluid grace and speed with wild teeth on the end of it. Her tactics always spanned from there. You will see, she answered vaguely and after another turn, she jumped towards him to nip for his silvered thigh. If he wouldn't get the ball rolling, she would, but she would be measured by how much harshness he would exhibit; he was the moody one, after all.