It was a cool evening that found the autumn wind rustling through the hardy leaves yet to fall. It whistled across the open field, and stirred the ends of the wolf's thick coat. Beneath the fading light of dusk, hints of the full moon gave silvery edges to a sky full of clouds. It had been a long time since the paws of the Warlord had led him here.

Perhaps it was restlessness, or an itch that scarcely touched the older wolf now. Whatever the reasoning, he lifted his head and surveyed the field before him. The earth was rough from many paws, ripped soil and the rusty remains of old blood. It was both alien and familiar to the old Warlord as he lifted his head higher. Pointing it towards the silvery moon and opened his maw and howled. Letting his call roll across the barren fields and invite another to find him.

"Sirius"

Autumn had settled in, and it would be time to shift the band away from the Wall. There were so many things that would come for them, but all in due time. Víðarr found himself a bit unsettled at the idea of moving camp... unsettled, but excited. Before long it would be winter, and they would need to find somewhere more protected to settle in and ride things out. Yes, all things would come in time. He was ready, and he knew that his family would be as well. He had some time, yet. There was always more time.

The battlefield called to him, as it often did. His companions on his heels, both dogs moving in perfect time. It was just as he crossed the ragged borders of the land that Víðarr caught the sound, a call that shattered the stillness of the day. Crystalline fragments scattering in every direction, they lift his pulse. Víðarr knows that it's nearly time, and he's excited. The man that had called, the issuer of the challenge, comes into view. Settling opposite his opponent, weight even over all four paws, the shadow speaks first to his companions. "Visa var skåpet ska stå," a grin plays over his features, and confidence is in no short supply. There would be no losing, not to a spar. He would win, or he would learn.

"Your terms?" A question to the man opposite him. It was only polite to ask, Víðarr figured. Right. Decorum, manners here, he's still a stranger to them. That was okay. He's excited though.

"Víðarr"

Víðarr vs Sirius for spar
Round 0/?
Age: (Only include: over 1 year, under 1 year, or under 6 months as applicable)
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Companion 1: Karelian bear dog, male - Battle
Companion 2: Tawny owl, Female - Flying
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter

I can't destroy what isn't there

A dark titan answered his call. There was less silver to break the tides of black across this wolf's coat. He was younger than the Warlord, with the scent of others in his coat. When he first spoke, his rich tones spoke a language the Warlord was not familiar with. This was said to the companion creatures that had trailed after him. Seer’s own companions were silent. Basilisk, a patient hunter, did not so much as twitch. The Bear scratched an itch, and yawned lazily into the fading light. Of Marshal, there was only a subtle shadow.

Terms? He flashed his teeth at Vidarr in a subtle smile. “To yield.” He decided. He wanted to scratch an itch, and this wolf was not a stranger he could shepherd home. The scent about him marked him as a leader. A band, or a large family perhaps. The Bear beside him stood on two paws, pulling herself to her full height as she stood beside the Warlord. She might even look fearsome, if she didn’t wave at the darker wolf with a free paw.

With that entry, the Warlord moved. With no energy wasted, he closed the gap between them, and aimed to swipe a heavy paw towards the other wolf's face. Testing him.

Sirius vs Víðarr for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"

The itch was incessant, and Víðarr felt it too. He liked to fight. More than that-- he loved to fight. One of the few things that made the shadow feel well and truly alive, after all. Alive. By all the gifts the gods had bestowed upon him, he's alive. If he's alive, he's going to fight. Anything and everything in the name of making his gods proud. He was one of the chosen, after all. Chosen of the gods. He'll fight until he can't any longer, as is his place in this world. The fates spoke of his coming long ago. The fates had brought him here. Yes, another day in his series of heres.

Though the shadow and his dogs bristled at the sight of the bear (they were bear dogs, after all), the wave was endearing. He couldn't help but return it, waving back curiously. "Until yield," a rakish grin parts the shadow's face. He's pleased. The man before him has clearly seen his fair share of fights. Víðarr would have a challenge on his hands, and that was more than enough for him.

Víðarr is in motion in the same heartbeat. He would close the gap too, moving forwards into the face of danger... or well, the face of his opponent. Genuinely, the shadow is wild. It's with Tyr's blessing that he meets Sirius, two behemoths clashing as they will. Víðarr catches the swipe to the side of his face, but it only serves to stoke the fire. Bold as he is, the shadow moves to knock the flat of his skull into the Warlord's, teeth glinting in the autumn sunlight. If he can find purchase, he'll take it gladly. If he can't, then it's a nice show-- a win-win scenario, in his eyes. Víðarr is a showman, in fights like these. A reverence that can only be described as religious, a priest in his own right as he fights. By the gods, Víðarr loves every minute of it.

"Víðarr"

Víðarr vs Sirius for spar
Round 1/2
Age: over one year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Companion 1: Karelian bear dog, male - Battle
Companion 2: Tawny owl, Female - Flying
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter

I can't destroy what isn't there

The Warlord's initial strike was blocked, with no signs of glitching in his opponent. The wolf across from him was no timid beast. He grinned at the other wolf as his companions guarded his back from the bear hounds and bird he had seen with the other wolf.

As Vidarr aimed to smack his head into the Warlords, Sirius tilted his head back, and a little to the side. If Vidarr wanted to land, he would find that the abnormally long fangs the Warlord sported were not just for show.

As he did so, he aimed to lift his left paw in an attempt to catch it around the back of the leg of the wolf before him.

Sirius vs Víðarr for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"