Me and You, and My Dog Blue

Álarr's ears pinned to his head and he tucked his tail. His fur stood on end as he tried to scrunch his head back. Yea, that should be good. He fidgeted, nerves racing through his body. Tyrian sprang toward him in a leap and he lifted his head seeking to intercept his brother and bite the mutated male right in the belly. He didn't have any claws or anything fancy, all he really knew to use were his teeth. The claws would suck, they always sucked but he wasn't going to run away! Maybe later Afi could give him tips on how to fight wolves with claws but for now he focused on his brother's soft, squishy underbelly.

Alarr vs Tyrian for Spar
Round 1 of 2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Handicap: Pup