Northstar Vale Risk It for The Biscuit

The dude was awkward which could either make this encounter x2 fun or x10 painful-and-embarrassing-please-save-Saarthal-from-it but this was a spar so, like, honestly...honestly how bad could it be? Not bad, not bad at all. After all, Saar had been a hot awkward mess herself once. What was the difference between the two of them? (Apart from the fact that Collision had some extra dangly bits that Saarthal did not possess (nor did she particularly wish to possess them but to each their own, she was not one to judge) and was less handsome than she was). And nope. There was a chance Saarthal would not know if she was 'knocked up', so to speak, because half the time she was delirious on some sort of hallucinatory drug. Not that Collision needed to know that. 

The faintest shadow of a smirk pulled at the edges of Saarthal's lips as she readied herself, lowering her crown to protect the sensitive skin of her neck. This was going to be fun! She began circling him, slowly, steadily, and then started forward, feinting a lunge for his left forepaw whilst aiming to sink her teeth (lightly, of course, without causing injury) into his left shoulder in a soft bite. Just to see what he was made of.