Mood Is A Thing For Cattle [Amos]

For some reason it was kind of a relief to know that others got nervous too. Well, it’s not like he didn’t know other wolves would feel such things, but meeting someone who would admit it aloud made Amos feel better. Maybe knowing someone more experienced went through the same thing would help his nerves as he started down the path of a fighter. If he was serious about it he needed to practice lots, so he’d be sparing plenty and getting nervous would be a bit of a hindrance. He could work through it though. He had to. ”Alright, well that’s good cause I intend to practice a lot,” he said with a determined grin, any trace of seriousness erased in a single moment.

Nodding slowly, he digested this information. Maybe if he did get tackled from above going for the attackers stomach and soft vital areas would be a sound counter attack. He’d just have to watch that he didn’t break his face in the process; maybe take part of the hit to lessen the force on his jaws somehow… Food for thought, he supposed. He refocused quickly when Ashiel suggested a spar, face shining with passionate excitement as he fell into a playful half-bow and replied cheerily, ”I mean, if you’re offering, how could I say no?” Straightening up a bit he danced from paw to paw for a moment until he could settle down a bit and asked, ”You wanna start, or should I?”