Blackbeak Bluff Now you can't not throw it

She would keep him from seeing the gold of her shoulderblades, turning lightly on her heel so that she could keep her eyes fast upon him. Not out of fear or out of a need to be defensive- but because it was a part of the dance. His step was light, and there was a mildness about his lips that proclaimed no demon. When he came toward her, she pressed her ears forward and exhaled, before breathing in his scent as he did hers. Acknowledgement of one another, and a familiarization that was peaceful, congenial.

When he moved forward to nudge her shoulder, he would be greeted with a low growl. Her teeth remained sheathed and her expression pleasant- but she wasn't willing to let him have the luxury of touch, not without earning it. 

Without warning, she whirled and frisked away, bounding several strides before she whirled once more and barked twice. It was the only invitation he'd get, before she bolted away- aiming to test his speed and endurance.