Hoshor Plains No one needs to hear your words...

"Perhaps I am..." he purred from his lips, that same aura of mischief being heard in his voice as before while his odd-colored gaze stared beyond the feild. She threw yet another insult his way, calling him a said excuse for a wolf, but the words were simply brushed off like sand grains stuck in his hair. He was already playing the same game as the damsel was at this point, so addressing words were meaningless until the real show began. "It would benefit us both, really. I could test my mettle against a new opponent and you can prove to me that you aren't all talk~" with that, Āzon turn to give her a sideways glance, a small yet competitive smirk on his face "You up for the challenge, lil' squirrel?"