Barrow Fields If all goes as planned

She watched him, how he moved, how he set himself. She followed and did what he did, she flattened her ears when he did. The healer spread her legs apart, her stance wider than she was use to. Uncomfortable. Then he told her to attack him, um, do what?

"Attack.. you?" she questioned before slinking forward, smooth and graceful, like a dancer before she sprinted. She aimed for his muzzle, her teeth bared but not a single defense raised.