Ankyra Sound Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

The Warchief had heard him coming, yet put no breakers on her original pace. She figured he'd catch up, and he did with her name on his tongue. 

She turned as he began to speak further, leveling his gaze with one just as cold. 
She would not deny him, and as he bared his teeth she herself unsheathed her fangs with a low yet loud growl of acceptance. 

A beat or two might pass before she surged forward like a viper, aiming her teeth for his forelegs while she would also throw the sharp brunt of her shoulder for his chest in a sort of body-slam. It was a doubled move of sorts, intended to throw him backwards if not also knock him off balance. 

will post a spar thread in dice rolls and tag you!