Moonspear heavy

she watches as he drags from a snowdrift a stick; obviously one that had survived many battles. despite its scars, it seemed solid, as arcturus deposits it in the center of the circle he's created. she accepts the scenario he lays out with a nod, beginning to pace a short line in front of him as she ponders her first move. 

tongue slips over her lips as she considers. going straight for it would be too obvious, surely. there's a certain amount of nervousness, too; she does not want to disappoint. gaze flickers to his and down again, and she's determined her plan of attack. she lunges toward him; jaws reaching to grab hold of his muzzle while she tries to send the stick out of the circle with a forelimb.