The incessant braying of the fucking donkey that had decided to adopt her was well and truly grating on her nerves. She had tried running the thing off, but it just kept coming back to her, trailing after her like she was it's long lost mother or something. Finally, she had relented, maybe it would come in use one day. Worst case, well now she had emergency food, if she was genuinely starving, she'd just eat it.

Add to that the general tension in the air of this place, the warmth, the stink of spilled blood left to dry, tufts of clearly canine fur that had yet to be gathered up by birds to line their nests, it generally made for a place where she wanted to keep her guard up. There was something else on the breeze though, something familiar... and then the familiar dark form came into view.

All reason was lost. The ginger coated wolf charged at her older brother, coming from the left, jaws parted to close on the meaty part of his shoulder and give him a bloody good shake for leaving her like he had. There would be time for talking later, and she trusted he would understand.

“Speech”

only dead fish go with the flow

Róta vs Vidarr for dominance/spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Minature Donkey, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

It's rare that he's not looking for a fight. For as much as Viðarr had just been passing through the battlefield, he just as well knows that if an opportunity arises, he'll take it. Still, the shadow wasn't anticipating an ambush. She seemed to come out of nowhere, approach concealed by favorable winds and the fact that Viðarr is lost to his own thoughts. Something solid crashes into the man and nearly knocks him from his feet with an oof deep in his chest. "Helvete," he cursed. This attack, but-- fuck.

He understands. He understands the need for Róta to sink her teeth into his flesh, to grab, to bite-- he doesn't hold that against her. Viðarr is well aware he deserves this, and probably worse. Probably far worse than whatever harm she would inflict on him here. Still, he wasn't one to lay down and take it. The man hisses at the discomfort of her teeth in his flesh, rounding in an attempt to grab her by the scruff. All Viðarr wants is to stop her, to pull her off. It would probably take much more than this, but it's a start.

"Viðarr"

Víðarr vs Róta for dominance/spar
Round 1/3
Age: over 1
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 - Battle
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

Róta could taste the betrayal on her tongue, smell it with every breath she inhaled. He hadn't just abandoned them, he had left them for others, so she allowed his teeth to find her scruff and then released her hold on his shoulder, spitting his fur from her lips and violently shaking her head to try and break free. "Betydde vi ingenting för dig?" Her voice was rough from disuse and the emotions that threatened to set her soul aflame. She had always known that she alone wasn't enough, which had only been further illustrated when their little band collapsed around her. But what hurt her the most was how they had forced her to keep going when she had wanted nothing more than to give up herself. Pain she had told herself she had left behind time and time again tore at her chest like rats running from a heated metal pan. Tears stung the back of her eyes but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing them fall. Instead she would lunge again to bite at the same shoulder, throwing all her weight behind it to try and knock the larger wolf off balance.

“Speech”

only dead fish go with the flow

Róta vs Vidarr for dominance/spar
Round 2/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Minature Donkey, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

There is a violence to her, and it's one that he understands. If there is something that both of them understand better than their own flesh, better than their own blood, better than their own souls, it's violence. That's why they both settle into it the way they do. Fighting comes easily. Violence comes easily. Blood comes easily. Emotions do not. Processing emotions? Perhaps that's even worse. They are too similar to be able to speak of such things. Instead they fight.

Her words are enough to stagger him, and the blow to his shoulder in the same breath. It was already tender from her assault moments prior, and this? He can feel it in the worst way. Róta's words hurt him more. Though the shadow loses his balace for a heartbeat, he digs in and lashes back. "Tror du att jag slutat leta?" The words are nearly shouted, spat at his sister. To think so little of him-- Viðarr was angry. Though he had settled into another band, though he had taken up protecting someone who needed him, the idea that he had stopped looking for his family is an offense. As he regained his balance and his footing, the shadow moves to slam into the ruddy woman's side. His teeth flashing in the sunlight, though he doesn't mean to do harm. Viðarr has caused enough harm, though his emotions ran high.

If he could pin her, he could talk to her. Still, he knows that he can't get a grip on her, not like this and not right now. They would need to fight things out to sort whatever emotions were happening now. He owes it to her.

"Viðarr"

Víðarr vs Róta for dominance/spar
Round 2/3
Age: over 1
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 - Battle
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

To answer him back she would have to relinquish her hold on his shoulder, but her shove was turning more into a lean anyway so she relented with her teeth, a growl still caught in the back of her throat. "Jag gick inte, det gjorde alla andra." Her donkey had been all but forgotten until she spotted it rounding on her brother's rear end to aim a sharp kick at his thigh, it appeared he was taking offence to someone upsetting her. Róta bit back a smirk as she aimed another shove at Víðarr's shoulder in tandem.  If she could even get her much larger sibling off balance she would be happy enough to call things even between them. "Förlåt min son. Han lär sig fortfarande." She thought he would see the humour in her adopting an Ass instead of a wolf.

“Speech”

only dead fish go with the flow

Róta vs Vidarr for dominance/spar
Round 3/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Minature Donkey, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

She isn't wrong. Viðarr knows she isn't wrong. Still, it doesn't make things sting any less. She has every right to be upset with him, and he knows that he owes her an apology-- not just with words, but with his actions too. While it would take time, the shadow knows it's his responsibility. "Jag är ledsen," the words are quiet, quieter than they'd come a moment before. A man of few words, Viðarr never seems to have the right ones at the right time.

What seems to come out of nowhere, though, is the-- what the fuck was that? A fucking donkey? Confusion creased his brow, and before he knew it, Róta was slamming into him as well. Viðarr staggered, stumbling. While he still reached out to grab his sister on the way down, to take her with him, he was scrambling in an attempt to regain control of his body. No such luck, as he crashed to the dirt below him. The shadow couldn't help but give a hearty chuckle as Róta referred to the creature as her son. Some things don't change, and for that he is grateful.

"Viðarr"

Víðarr vs Róta for dominance/spar
Round 3/3
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 - Battle
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

And the winner is...

VIDARR

ROTA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: VIDARR Attack Roll: 48 Defense Roll: 51 Agility Roll: 22 Perception Roll: 97 Total: 218 Attack[48] + 75% Bonus[36.00]: 84.00 Defense[51] + 15% Bonus[7.65]: 58.65 Agility[22] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 22.00 Perception[97] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 97.00 Total[261.65] + 20% Bonus[52.33]: 313.98 ROTA Attack Roll: 44 Defense Roll: 58 Agility Roll: 57 Perception Roll: 1 Critical fail! Total: 160 Attack[44] + 25% Bonus[11.00]: 55.00 Defense[58] + 5% Bonus[2.90]: 60.90 Agility[57] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 57.00 Perception[1] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 1.00 Total[173.90] + 15% Bonus[26.09]: 199.99