Churro squinted down at the receded banks, picking her way through the grass, she hurried quietly and quickly knowing the scent of other wolves too well. It stunk of them, and she'd only intended to stop by for a drink. She paused momentarily, warily looking around just to make sure there was no one about - and there wasn't, as far as she could see.

Her paws sunk into the mud as she grew closer, ignoring a fish flopping in a shallow area. Too easy, or rather, an idea for when she was quenched. The water drawing closer made her disregard her safety, she could almost taste it.

Deathbelle hadn’t quite been put on restrictions due to her pregnancy yet, however close she was to receiving them. The weeks were flying by, and soon the she wolf would give birth to the next generation of Kleins. It was off the Empress was out during the daylight, she was usually a nocturnal creature, but with her routines thrown out of whack so thoroughly with her current state it wasn’t entirely surprising to see her patrolling when the sun was up. The day was uneventful thus far, until she came across the breach in her border. Pregnant belly forgotten the Klein Empress felt her hackles raise and her lips pull back in a snarl as she felt the fury of offense in her border being crossed. She howled once for Sirius, and any wolf who wished to come to her aid. Belle raced after the trail and towards the lake, her gaze eventually falling on the slim form of a she wolf. She was colored darkly, and was obviously effected by the desert heat. The Empress didn’t accept that as an excuse however. "Take one more step, and your life is forfeit." Deathbelle growled as she came up behind the trespasser. "Speech"

Ah. Churro paused mid-step, slowly resting her paw upon the ground after Deathbelle's threat. Churro turned to stare at her. "So. Regardless, coming or going, my life is forfeit? Because you decree it so? I don't think so." She wasnt afraid of the larger wolf, despite how she probably should be. She gave Deathbelle a cheeky grin. "Should I have heard of you? I assume you're the leader of this area. But you're a fool to assume you have any authority over me." The small wolf dared to lower her head and lap at the mud below her, gathering herself and preparing to run.

The warrior heard the cautious howl from his Empress, and he moved quickly from his den, and up the passage that took him from the ravine. He wasn’t far behind her, but there was a delay as he crossed to the wolfpaw lake, and slowed to a light jog just as they came into view. He would not look hurried, simply prompt, as he appeared beside him Empress. He cast a glance towards her, but didn’t do his usual bow, as he turned his attention to the intruder. Had this wolf crossed their territory in search of water? The wolf spoke with derision, and absolute lack of respect as she addressed the Empress of the Ashen Empire. It didn’t matter to Sirius why she was here, so long as she treated his Empress this way. “No.” he said, taking a bold step forward, his superior height towering above her, and the cry of Marshal piercing the air as the Vulture circled above them, like one waiting for the kill. “You lost your rights when you crossed into the Ashen Empire, and when you spoke to its Empress as through you believed yourself mightier. Now you will face her Champion.” he said, and that was the only warning he would give the other wolf, before he sprang at her. He aimed to slam his chest into the smaller wolf, and his fangs would attempt to grab at the scruff behind her head. He wasn’t certain yet whether she would run or fight, but he was prepared to take either event. Sirius versus Churro for Dominance Spar Round one of Two Size: Dire Wolf Build: Medium Companion: Extra large companion, Battle Vulture Mutation: Fangs Fight Skill Level: Advanced "Speech"

Her Samurai was quick to answer her call, his huge black frame came hulking forward as the she wolf spit her words. Sirius answered for his Empress and she allowed herself to peer down her nose at the girl. ”I was trying to be polite, and give you another chance before taking you captive.” She explained lazily as Sirius took the initiative and gave attack. Deathbelle sat back on her haunches after backing away from the arena. She was almost rooting for the tiny girl. If she won, Belle was willing to give her a third chance. If not.. they could always do with another slave in their service.


-ooc- feel free to skip belle to finish the spar<3