Sparian on Ice

Sparrow only barely was able to keep her calm watching Tyrian struggle to find his footing on the ice. Slowly her own paws slid outward and she had to continuously readjust them in order to maintain her balance. He looked skeptical, and while Sparrow had no doubt they'd both find themselves on their asses soon enough, she still thought it would be good training... probably.

As her uncle found his way onto the rink, Sparrow fought to withhold her laughter. It was rare the alpha ever looked unsteady or uncertain and, even though he was no where as serious as some of their family members, Sparrow was fairly sure this was a side of him only she and maybe a few others got to see.

While Sparrow was dazed, Tyrian launched himself at her. It seemed about as difficult as Sparrow would have imagined, and while he managed to keep his footing, any amount of sneakiness was lost. Sparrow backpedaled to try to dodge, but her paws came out from under her. Her rear hit the ground with a soft thud and not long after, Tyrian sloughed into her, sending her skidding backwards. Sparrow couldn't help but laugh at the situation as she clobbered around clumsily while getting back to her feet.

Once she was righted again, Sparrow slowly turned, digging her nails into the ice as she did so. The sensation wasn't pleasant at all, but she would do it anyway just for the fun of the battle overall. As she kicked forward, she skittered around for momentum for a moment. Her plan might have sort of been based around a move she had done as a pup at some point with her father. She knew for this to work on ice and with her size, however, she would need more momentum. As she neared Tyr, she suddenly dropped to her belly, letting her momentum carry her the rest of the way and hopefully tripping him up in the process.