Redsand Canyon do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

the looming silhouette as it approaches is recognizable, almost immediately, as donovan. a flick of her tailtip as he grows near enough to state the obvious, and she reiterates after a beat, "a spar." a quick glance up and down the height of him, noting the smaller discrepancies in the way he holds himself, moves. 

when any sort of agreement or acknowledgment of this is offered, she shifts into a stance better benefitting swift movement. a flick of a lobe, waiting for the leader's breath to slow, and then, "we'll begin." she does not seek to test him as she had derg; it is apparent enough that he is a warrior, and likely a good one. when her first attack comes, it is swift and doubtless. she lunges forward, her left shoulder thrust out to meet his while her fangs snap for the side of his head and neck. it is meant to unbalance and while she feels the strain of it in her still-healing limbs, it is bearable.