teeth and claws

The cut on his paw was healing, though had scabbed over and caused him little stress now and his bruised skull would take some time to heal, but he was never against a friendly spar. He thought she'd never ask, assuming she herself wasn't in the mood for one right now but she proved him wrong. A smirk danced across his lips when she asked, so he stood when she mentioned if he'd rather relax. He wouldn't sneeze at the idea of being lazy some more, but he had wanted to test the skills of the new reaper himself, and what better way than to wait until she brought it up. He didn't want it to seem like he was against her and her position, but he simply couldn't believe a young wolf would have the same skills as an older, more experienced one. Perhaps the pickings were slim then, but that still didn't stop him from wanting to see her skills for himself.

"I'll never turn down a spar." Or a fight, or a death match even. Probably a bit too confident in himself and his skills, he hardly cared. Confidence is what often gave you the chance to succeed. A lack of such will only cause missteps and likely risk a life. Although he could easily be described as cocky, he was really just a little too self confident. "Should we head to the ring, then?"

"Speech!"

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