fish are for the birds

Magnus grabbed at his paw, and held him. It surprised him into stillness, he had become too accustomed to taking on smaller opponents. Well he took a moment to be shocked at the power behind his opponent, the older man twisted his paw, and with a yelp, Mortis followed it. Magnus drove him into the sand hard, and stood over him. The younger wolf knew when he was beaten.

He rolled onto his back in a gesture of submission, his pride a little rankled, but not enough to be rude. “Alright, alright, I yield” the poor boy didn’t seem to be winning many of his fights… but, that just meant he still had a lot to learn. “How did you do that twist thing, anyway? That was cool”