keep it up, keep it moving

Judging by how poorly he had managed to avoid the hits from the agile snow leopard, he knew he needed more practice. His sister had done good work on his injuries and they took much less time to heal. Scarring was now evident on his blue skin, but luckily the thick of his fur hid most of it.

He had already been out here to the battlefield a time or two, it wasn't so far from the East. He was beginning to really hate being injured and having to rest so often, but he knew that the only way to prevent himself from being as beat up during a fight as what he was when the snow leopard came... was to put himself back in the face of violence.

He hadn't known Heloise was pregnant and if it wasn't for his sister's keen eye and observation.. he wouldn't have questioned the woman's stockier frame. Wolves came in all shapes and sizes and Dominus was still immature in some aspects. He'd never been around pregnant wolves before, but now that he saw her on the battlefield he couldn't help but wonder how harmful the commotion of a brawl would be on her if against the wrong man?

She seemed to be looking for a fight, and rather than let her encounter the same crazy wolf that he had not too long ago- he decided it was better for him to step up. This was nerve-wracking, considering how he had already seen her in action and knew that even though she was pregnant- she was far more experienced than he was. Something just wouldn't let himself walk away because of that, though. He almost felt as though he was protecting her... even if she might not think she was in need of protecting. Hell, she might not have been in need of it- but Dom wanted to do this.

"Got them out here fighting before they are even born, eh? That's one way to teach 'em. You can tell them they were womb warriors." He smirked as he amused himself, blue of his gums slightly visible. He lowered his head after he gained her attention, immediately locking his frame into his defensive position. Spine and shoulders aligned, chin tucked, fangs slightly parted, eyes narrowed, and ears and tail curved to his body. He was solid.

The behemoth's chest heaved for just a moment, taking in one deep breath as he watched his opponent closely. He tried to think of his target before he actually exhaled, because once he exhaled... he was off. Talons ripped through the earth as he barreled toward her, digits spread out to grip the soil beneath him and keep his momentum going. He inhaled as he ran, though exhaled just before their collision as his center of gravity shifted to his haunches, the weight on his forepaws lifting to either side of her chest in an attempt to lift the smaller female and get her off balance. Simultaneously, his teeth saught their chosen target- her bottom jaw. His lower fangs aimed to hook behind the bulk of her jawbone at the hinge while his upper fangs would try to come down on her cheek. Like most men in his bloodline, he quite liked control- and control over her bite would hopefully bring him far fewer injuries in the end.

Dominus Praetor vs Sten Isneven for Spar

Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Fight Skill Level: Advanced