Black lips twitch as he watches her brilliant azure eyes sweep up and down his own sizeable frame, one eyebrow quirking up as she turns her gaze back to his face as if asking if she liked what she saw. He was in the pinnacle of health for a wolf, in the prime of his life and muscles rippled generously beneath his thick coat. Surprise crosses his features causing the auburn atop his muzzle to crinkle slightly at her offer. Was this the best choice? He had come looking for a way to relieve stress before his spar with Arkane and now was offered a spar with a stranger instead. It was true he might be better at reigning himself in if his opponent were a woman; not that he thought them any less than a man but his focus might be more concentrated on the effort of not killing her over another male. It surprised him that she would so readily challenge someone that she had just met, and yet he found he respected her all the more for it. Boldness was a virtue in his eyes.

A deep, rumbling chuckle falls from his lips like thunder over the plains as he shifts his sizeable weight to his other side. Fixing his yellow-green eyes back on her he considers her for a long minute, letting the silence stretch between them if only to see what she might make of it. “Accepted,” he says finally, a single word of his baritone voice seeming to fill the open air around them. “But what trophy will you claim should you best me? Not that I think it likely,” he says with a good natured arrogance that life had given him, he might not be omnipotent but he hadn't been bested yet. “And you should know that I do bite… hard.” He finishes the last words with a click of his sizeable teeth, truth laced with a bit of humor. Yes, he would have to watch himself carefully so as not to lose such an interesting creature. It was dangerous dancing with the big, bad wolf.