Laisren vs Miach

A coydog - somehow giving the impression of regality despite the raggedly slender physique of a coydog in comparison to a wolf - sweeps into the group with her head and tail high, her butterscotch coat streaked with slender cocoa-brown brindling and her throat and chest a pale cream, a striking example of a coydog though perhaps not compared to a wolf. She looks over the group and purrs in a voice as smoothly silky as fine bourbon, "I'll take you two," brushing against first Laisren and then Miach. She leads them to a circle of small stones set into the ground in a ring. "All right, boys," she purrs. "Keep your paws in that ring or you forfeit. When you're finished beating on each other, I'll decide which of you handsome fellows is the better." She laughs throatily, then tilts her slender face towards Laisren. "Why don't you get us started, handsome."