Standing My Ground

Álarr could feel his heart pounding in his chest. As far as he knew he was the only one at the den site and there was likely no one he could call for help. To make matters worse the other yearling was older, taller, bigger and likely more experienced in the arts of battle. This was not the sort of match he wanted but at least he had his companions where as the other boy-

Álarr followed the boys gaze upward to what was likely the strangers own companion. Well, shit. The stranger failed to answer his question and instead asked for his name. Álarr hesitated, he wasn't sure he wanted to give his name if the other boy wasn't going to give his. Though, he did debate the merits of giving his last name. However, would the wolves of this land know to fear the Imperialis and the Saxe in the way that he hoped? This boy didn't seem the time to give a crap one way or another.

What if I don’t keep moving?

Álarr's ears flicked back. Shit, that was not the answer he wanted but he didn't want to fall into the role of a coward. Trespassers were expected to be dealt with. Now he'd been wishing he'd spent more time on his fight skill rather than healing. At least he could tend to any wounds if he received any.

"Then I'm going to have to try and make you." Álarr snarled and quickly set his defenses. Making sure his ears were pinned and his tail tucked in addition to the rest of his defenses he kicked off toward the boy. Brynhildr took to the air to act as a look out while Afi worked at making himself unseen, biding his time, searching for an opening.

Álarr attempted to close the distance between himself and his opponent as quickly as he could. He sought to build up as much momentum as the distance between them would allow as he attempted to line the front of his left shoulder with the crease between the other boys right shoulder and chest. He lanced it forward seeking to strain the joint and slow his opponent down. In addition his head rotated to his left and his jaws flung wide as he attempted to lean forward and bite into the left side of Noir's neck. He aimed for the point here the yearling's jaw met his neck. HIs lower fangs looked to sink into the crook of Noir's neck just below his jawbone and to the left of his windpipe. Álarr's upper teeth sought to since in behind Noir's left ear and lock him in a solid and powerful grip.

Age: 1 year
Size: Dire
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory: n/a
Defensive Accessory: n/a
Companion 1: Raven - Flying
Companion 2: Pallas Cat - Battle
Mutation: Small kudu horns
Disability: n/a
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Specialty: n/a