Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

Wraen's grin grew even wider, when the tall dark stranger responded to her offer for a game by mirroring her own actions. Her lips pulled back a bit in a soundless snarl, followed by a resonating impish growl from the depths of her throat. And with a war-cry in form of a 1/2 growl 1/2 bark ("wRUUFF!") she lunged forward, snapped her teeth in the vicinity of the other's cheek and then danced several steps away, out of reach. There she stood in a half-crouch, eyes focused on the opponent, while her body was prepared to run or move depending on, what her play-mate would decide on doing.