The young man would follow his father to war, though he was not entirely eager about it. It was more the fact of the matter of proving that he was loyal to his family, to his home. If Sin was truly a threat, as his father thought, then he needed to be taken down now before it was too late. They’d cross the borders, pausing only long enough for Bass to howl to let the enemy know that they were there. It was time. Shrike would breathe in, hackles raised across his body. He would do his very damned best for Abaven to bring these bastards to justice.
The boy would watch as the enemy arrived, some wolves immediately jumping into fights. He would shake, though from anxiety or adrenaline he wasn’t entirely sure. Shrike would let his bi-colored gaze scan those fighting, then shift towards a gray and black she wolf from the other side. She was not yet fighting. Shrike would bristle, keeping his hackles raised as he quickly through up his own defenses.
Tail would tuck between his legs, eyes narrowing into slits, and his ears would lay back flat against his skull. Legs were spread to widen his stance, as were his toes. Muscles were tense, claws biting into the soil as he bent his knees at the joints. Shoulders would roll forward, head lowering down to align with his spin. He’d tip his chin forward, part his jaws, and let a snarl erupt from his lips. It was time!
Shrike would charge at the femme directly, attempting to close the distance between them as quick as possible. He would feint to his right within the last two feet of the woman, tilting his head upward and to the left {Ylva’s right}. He would seek to clamp his jaws around her right ear and sever it from her body with a good, solid, bite. He would also jut his left shoulder forward, aiming to dig it into the center of her right breast and cause some mild to moderate bruising. Finally, he would push harder with his back legs, seeking to slam into his opponent with enough force to hopefully knock her backward.
Shrike vs Ylva for Maim {Right Ear} || Round:: 1 / 2
