help me find my style

Silence greeted his call, for a long time it seemed he stood there alone, simply waiting for anyone to answer him or show up. For a time he withdrew into himself, listening to the thudding of his heart and the sound of his own breath, keeping himself calm and relaxed. He was positioned defensively almost naturally already, paws slightly spread to keep his balance, one paw back to allow him to launch. His head was kept low to keep his throat protected and tail was low to give less to grab onto. Of course more defenses would be set once the spar began, if it began. Though he was a patient wolf he was only so patient when it came to keeping himself company and remaining in on place out in the open. But finally a responding call echoed to him and ears twitched forward in the slightest show of interest. Well it hadn't been a terribly long wait at least... Head slowly lifted upon the approach of the smaller male but expression remained unreadable as he watched. Some often called the expression boredom but it was simply just the lack of using any facial muscles.

He listened to the offer that the Valhallen proposed and head cocked slightly. He was never one to attack first, a much more defensive fighter but he could oblige by that. But no serious injuries? "Greetings Cormalin of Valhalla, I am Kylar of Tortuga. I agree to you terms but ask that you hold back no blows for myself. I will do what I can to cause little damage to you but yes... I would prefer if you didn't hold back any blows for my sake." he said, voice a low rumble that seemed to build from somewhere deep in his chest before rolling up his throat and dropping from his tongue. Head was tipped easily in respect for his opponent, the fact he was from their enemy pack not bothering the massive brute in the least. He personally had no issue with them and his alliance with Tortuga was a simple tie to his children and to his sister.

Height weighed on this but he paid it no mind, weight was the only thing that mattered to the beast. He kept himself balanced as he leaned back slightly, crouching slightly. Neck crunched, ears pinned and eyes narrowed as a snarl slowly curled up his lips. He lunged, he streaked at the male, keeping low the ground and aiming his shoulder at the males chest, looking to put his head on the male left side though no teeth or snapping was used. If the hit landed and Cormalin didn't dance away from him as many smaller wolves seemed to, he would throw his body weight up in an attempt to fling Cormalin back if his balance was bad or hopefully lift him off his forepaws if possible.

Speech!


Round 1/4

Defenses: Remained balanced, stance stable, ears back to give less to grab onto, eyes squinted to keep them protected, head parallel with his back to begin but lowers as he charges to keep his throat protected. Tail tucked to also give less to grab.

Attacks: Lunged at Cormalin, trying to push his shoulder into the males chest, starting low to the ground then lifting himself in an attempt to throw Cormalin back or lift him off his forepaws if the hit lands.

Injuries: None

((edit to add rounds, attacks defenses ect.))