Take three hundred and fifty four

Mal was quieter then usual, and Mort didn't push her. He let her be, lnowing if she wished to speak, she would do so at her own pace. Instead, he stalked the border, scratching the occasional tree, and peering suspiciously into the rogue territories. Winter was gone now, and Mort expected predators to come sniffing about their borders, looking for spring bounties. He had already heard of the monkeys that had tried to take off with Azurea mint plant, and the flock of raptors that has tries their talons at the kill pile.

Mortis wasn't about to let anything happen on his watch. He must, however, have been lost in his thoughts and stalking, because it surprised him when Mal broke pace beside him. She was grinning as she picked up her pace, and his tail kicked up a fuss behind him. He bunched his muscles in preparation to race her, but realized a moment later what she intended. "You bet!" He agreed, setting his stance in the space she had given them.

He didn't wait long, racing forward a moment later like the bulldozer he was. He was big, and heavy, and his wings only increased his reach. He tended to go for a direct approach, and bring his opponent into close quarters. He also knew that Mal liked to be quick on her feet, and had an annoying habit of taking bites out of his butt. So, he raced at her, wings tucked in, and then threw them out hard and wide at the laat moment, trying to cut off or slow down her ability to go around him.



Mortis Fatalis vs Mal for spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: n/a