(Pre volcano)

Bounding through the tall dead grasses of the range came Talon, one second with his head, shoulders and tail above the tops, the next visible only by the violent flailing of the grasses where his body crashed through them. His tongue lolled in an exuberant grin. Not that this was particularly unusual - Talon did pretty much everything with the guileless enthusiasm of a golden retriver puppy. Except baths - he would probably be more mud-brown than white if his mother didn't insist on grooming. At this point he was rather considerably taller than her, but well... she was his mother so he rather ungraciously submitted to baths. This not being time for a bath, he flung himself with joyous gusto into his race across the range.

I'll tough it out, I won't give in

Shuffling across the border Álarr quickly made a beeline for his storage den. He'd finished gathering the last bit of elderberry leaves and bark to meet his winter quota. Hooray! Then he could go do something else for a bit. Brynhildr had been mentioning his fighting skills. He'd be expected to participate in raids as a yearling and he'd been neglecting his battle skills. Afi had joked that if he got injured he'd get more practice with his healing skills. Álarr didn't find that very amusing but he took the hint. He'd see if he could find himself a sparring partner later that afternoon.

Rustling caught his attention. Talon was bounding through the grass and Álarr gave chase. "Hey Talon! Hey where are you going in such a hurry?"

The sounds of pawsteps behind him heralded someone giving chase, and the familiar voice of his uncle Alarr had Talon leaping like a scalded cat to twist around midair. He came down facing Alarr, though momentum had him power-sliding backwards before he dropped into a playbow with a yip of excitement. He dug his claws in and braced himself for potential impact if Alarr was taken by surprise by his sudden overenthusiastic greeting. "Alarr!" he crowed, making a playful snap at Alarr's ears as he did, a laughing growl beneath it as in true Imperialis fashion he went straight from greeting into a mock battle.

TALON vs ALARR for SPAR
Round 1/?
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Fight Skill Level:beginner

I'll tough it out, I won't give in

Álarr skidded to a stop as Talon whirled around and ducked into a play bow. Álarr's legs coiled his ears flicking back as he tilted his head curiously. Did Talon want to spar? Is that what that stance meant? That's usually what it meant but he hadn't spent enough time with Talon to be sure of the other's body language. Talon called out his name and bounded forward, fangs snapping at his ears. Ok, well, Álarr wanted a spar and it looked like he had a chance to get one!

He quickly twisted his head to the side to get his ears out of the way. Checking his defenses he coiled his legs sharply and dove his head down, trying to seize Talon's right left just below the elbow. He hoped to get hold and pull the leg forward to try and unbalance the other.

Alarr vs Talon for Spar
Round 1 of 2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory: n/a
Defensive Accessory: n/a
Companion 1: Raven - Flying
Companion 2: Pallas Cat - Battle
Mutation: n/a
Disability: n/a
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Specialty: n/a

Alarr aimed to grab his foreleg, and rather than try to pull away or avoid it Talon threw himself forward, trying to jam his upper arm into Alarr's mouth to force his head down against Alarr's own chest, as he did throwing his other foreleg around Alarr's neck and trying to wrap it around and grip there in an attempt to keep his uncle from backing out of the no longer desirable bite. Balancing on his widespread hind legs and leaning into the contact between them, he nipped again at Alarr's ears while his head was hopefully trapped between their bodies and he couldn't escape the painful pinching.

TALON vs ALARR for SPAR
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Fight Skill Level:beginner