give me forever for a while[PACK CHALLENGE]

He had let his siblings take their leave, to grieve as they needed before they would gather together with the rest of the family to bury the remains of their mother and ancestors. He hadn't been able to stay idle, however, so he had begun digging alone. And now this. His paws were still coated in soil from digging the graves of his mother, grandmother, and great uncle when his numb ears registered the song of battle emanating from the Battlefield. And the song was sung for Celestial. His home. And the home of his family; what was left of it that had chosen to stay with the pack. Oh gods, he'd have to tell Tornach... But not right now. Right now, he had matters to settle.

A strange kind of feeling slid through his veins; fire, and then a deathly, frightening chill. He almost backed away from that feeling, but then embraced the wild stranger that rose to greet him. That fathomless sapphire gaze chilled to a sleepy, almost dreamy glazed expression as he turned toward the field and began trotting with grim purpose toward the call.

The exhaustion of grief and long travel fell away as that chill engulfed him, pulsing through his veins and settling around his heart. His face was a mask of expressionless serenity, but anyone who knew his mother before her death, or his grandmother in her prime, knew that look. It was the look of Hell on four paws. The look of well leashed rage, just waiting to be honed to a Killing Edge.

He arrived on the field in good time, one of the first several to arrive; punctuality was common courtesy, naturally; though Faite and Lais had already beaten him there... And Tornach. He could only spare his younger brother a glance, not allowing that chill to fade before he gave the gathered a swift appraisal. He gave the rainbow backed black female he saw a quick, appraising glance, dipping his head briefly before those sleepy sapphires landed on the exotically marked male, his paws seeking to draw to a stop roughly ten feet away, facing the male challenger. All other wolves that might have slipped in were ignored as he stared at the male.

A silky rumble thundered from his maw as he acknowledged Liar, voice formal, cordial, and underlied with a dangerous, almost amused tone. A mocking tone. "I have just come from digging the graves of my dead mother, and the bones of my relatives. Not moments after I've finished, someone wishes to take my home; to scatter a family that has already experienced fresh heart break and has yet to perform a funeral."

He flicked his tail, and let the smile, usually so easy, but this time a foreign thing on his face, because it wasn't a carefree, friendly thing, for all the expression looked gently affable, settle upon his facade. It was a smile that held a promise of pain and brutality. And this fellow was the target. That wild stranger howled for blood, for an outlet from the grief and pain that had been built up. And by gods, he'd let the wild stranger inside him have its taste. He didn't intend to let this male leave with his mobility intact, whether it meant he was blind, unable to walk, or completely paralyzed. Win or lose, he would bring this bastard to ruin.

Regulus swiftly, deftly settled his weight into that familiar battle stance, paws spread equidistant of each other, the outer two toes of each paw just a hair outside his shoulders and hips as his toes spread, claws digging into the unseasonably dry soil for extra balance and purchase. His elbows and hocks bent slightly, to lower his center of gravity, and to loosen his joints as his tail flicked out behind him, level with his spine, ready to act as a balancing rudder while his head dropped level with his shoulders, chin tucking to guard his throat, ears flattening against his crown, and his jaws parting into a savage, snarl-faced grin, though no growls thundered from that broad chest.

His eyes narrowed to protective slits as they locked onto his opponent, hackles rising in a ridge along his back from the base of his skull to the top of his tail as his broad shoulders rolled forward to guard the base of his neck at the sides, and he rolled his neck back, a thick roll of scruff bunched to protect his vertebrae.

A last set of silky words was issued to the challenger, any newcomers ignored by this time; this was between Liar and himself alone. "Let's dance, then."

His haunches coiled before he sprang, wishing to close that ten feet swiftly, gaining momentum as he bounded forward, wishing to come head-on at Liar. Each paw landed in a balanced sequence as he sought to shift slightly to his own left at the last leap, seeking to drive the whole right side of his chest into Liar's right beast, aiming for the destabilization of Liar's balance, and severe bruising force as he sought to thrust the point of his right shoulder hard into the base of Liar's windpipe, wishing to choke him out, drive the wind from his lungs and disorient him with the force of the combined battering ram attempt.

Simultaneously, his head tilted to his left, jaws parting further as he sought to place a savage bite across the smaller male's upper back, lower and upper canines seeking to sink deeply into either side of the back - just behind Liar's shoulders - wishing to reach the spine with his teeth and cause irreversible damage to the back that would leave Liar paralyzed from that point down. This bite was an outright attempt to maim the fellow, and end the fight early.

Meanwhile, his right foreleg snapped up, his other three limbs taking the majority of his weight as the right front leg rose, and he sought to wrangle his right front leg over the base of Liar's neck, right fore-paw seeking to press into the top of Liar's left shoulder, claws extended, wanting to pull Liar toward himself, bear his weight down on the smaller male, and squash him to the ground.

He wasn't going to allow this wolf to threaten all that he held dear. He would win, for his family, for his mother, and for his grandmother and great Uncle, and for his entire pack.  He'd kill this wolf if he had to.

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OOC Notes: Ten feet agreed upon by Riv! Let's have fun! :D And Regulus is beyond the point of royally pissed off.