When in doubt

Despite any of Asvor's faults, one thing she had always been was eager. As a youngster she had certainly had different drives and ambitions - they'd changed considerably as she grew into the wolf she was today, but she was no less passionate, all things considered. She was happy to greet the younger wolf with a grin as she loped closer, hoping he was up to sparring with her despite their differences in age. Though she couldn't deny she often felt her age, she knew she had plenty of years left; hopefully young Tyrian didn't underestimate her.

"I sure am," she replied, mirroring his grin as her own widened in excitement. He seemed to be mentally preparing himself and so she only hesitated a beat before rushing into things. He was young and spry, and she doubted she'd catch him off guard too much. Widening her stance, she kicked off hard toward him, trying to think of a fitting tactic. He was much larger and heavier than her, so she'd have to be quick on her paws and use her smaller build to her advantage. At the last second she dove to her left, spinning her hindquarters around before charging into his side, jaws parting as she aimed to grasp the middle of his front right forelimb and tug him down to her level.

Ásvor Finnvi vs Tyrian for Spar
Round 1 / ?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Healer & Novice Fighter
Specialty: N/A

(leaving off her armor and companion for funsies)