I hear you fight for a kiss

It wasn’t the first time one of his children had made use of Io’s ingenuity. He was grateful for the role his sister played in their lives. His attention was on Asla, as she looked up at him, serious and muleish, and then she laughed. He drank in the sound of her laughter, and his own grin grew.

She was right - he did not begrudge her the use of her armor. He considered it sensible. She was outmatched by the Warlord. As was everyone in the pack, she would be foolish to go without her armor just because he was not wearing his braces. He waited until she had donned it, and loosened her muscles.

He was braced for her attack when she began. Drawing towards him, face first. She was brash enough to go ahead with such a frontal attack, but wise enough not to. She lashed out at his leg, sweeping past him. He kicked out with the limp she had latched onto, hissing as her porcupine armor brushed his side.

He turned his head to the side she attached from, seeking to grab her by the scruff with his standard-sized fangs.

"Earth" & "Stars"

Sirius Fatalis vs Asla for Butterfly Kisses
Round 1/2
Age: over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Not Wearing
Defensive Battle Accessory: Not Wearing
Companion 1: Not present
Companion 2: Not present
*Companion 3: Not present
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter