This coydog that bounds in now stands out, not because of his short dark brown coat with it's black brindling, but because his ears are the long and floppy ears of a hound, and the gold-brown eyes that blink with a certain mournful anxiety at the wolves around him are definitely the eyes of a dog far more than a coyote. His tail, thinner than his "cousins" tails, wags at a frantic pace and from his open jaws lolls a long pink tongue. "Hi guys, hi," he yelps, and even his voice quivers with anxious energy as though every word that tumbles from his loose flews is in the hopes of convincing you to love him. His eyes rove the remaining group and alight on the forms of CAELIA and BANSHEE. He wag-wiggled his way over to them. "Hello, hi, I'm Spot and I'm going to be your guide today. Can you come with me please?" His sorrowful eyes gaze at the pair of wolves as though begging them to tell him he was doing well. Glancing back nearly every step to assure himself they are following, he makes his way to a ring made of stones set into the ground in a circle. "They said you can't step outside of the circle or you're disqualified," he tells them anxiously. "I'm supposed to decide who goes to the next round." His gaze is mournful, as though he's saddened by the idea that he has to tell someone they can't go to the next round. BANSHEE to forgive him that he could not ask them to go first.

Though she hadn't done all that great in her first fight, which had been mildly discouraging, she'd won her second one. She supposed it was highly unlike she'd win anything in this tournament, but that wouldn't stop her from trying her best, either. Now feeling well-rested, she was ready to try again. At the very least, she was gaining some solid experience from this, wasn't she? In the end it was only making her a stronger fighter, even if she abhorred the actual losing part.

As she and her opponent were called into the ring, she got a better look at her. The girl was younger than her... but her first opponent had been, too, and she'd lost to him. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to formulate a plan. Since she was young, and likely wildly inexperienced, that meant she was equally as unpredictable, which was always a worry. Her expression was serious as she stood and hesitated for a long moment before initiating an attack, grounding herself before rushing straight at Banshee. At the last second she ducked to the side, aiming to tilt her head and grab hold of one of her forelimbs - not too roughly, but just enough to hopefully skew her balance.

CAELIA vs BANSHEE for Tournament Spar
Round 1 of ?
Age: Under 1 Year at time of tournament
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Fight Skill Level: Beginner

It was time for another fight! As Banshee was called to the pit some butterflies appeared in her tiny tummy. The gal was excited but also pretty worried. She lost her first fight to an older pup but won her second. So far she was even and with this fight perhaps she would be at better odds. As the youngling moved to the battlefield her beaming blue eyes took in the sights around her. Flicking from the Coydog to the opposing pup with anticipation. The other pup was older and kinda pretty. Almost as pale as Recluse. As the fight began her opponent barreled towards her. In those moments Banshee remembered a few of her defenses. Puppy ears flattened, eyes narrowed, tail wagging, and lips curled up in a smirk. As Caelia ran at Banshee the younger pup decided to do the same. She ran forward towards her opponent but was caught up as the paler pup moved to the side and snapped at Banshee's leg! The Klein girl found her front right leg caught in the jaws of the other pup and stumbled to maintain balance. She dug her large paws into the sand and aimed a bite at Caelia's scruff in a mild panic. Banshee Ithuriel-Klein vs Caelia for Tourney Spar! Round 1/2 Age: Under 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Fight Skill Level: Beginner ""

And the winner is...

BANSHEE

Due to failing to post in the allotted time, the fight defaults in favor of BANSHEE. CAELIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out.