A moonlit promise

Her idea for a prize was perfect, and Deus was already thinking of what he could make for her should he lose. It sounded hard, and he might need to ask a family member for help so that the gift was suitable. His lips pursed into a thoughtful frown, but he hadn't lost yet so he didn't need to worry too much about it. "Deal!" The dire pup agreed, his grin returning as she fell into her fighting stance. They did need to hurry if they didn't want to risk their parents catching them. Deus hated disappointing his mother, and he couldn't say for certain that his father would approve of his late night meeting either even if it was for training.

Aoife was allowing him the first move, and Deus took a moment to breathe out his tension while he mimicked her readied pose. She was littler than him but so was his sister, and Danta was as fierce as they came. Win or lose he knew he'd learn a thing or two, and his bond with his best friend ever could only grow too. "Okay I'm going to come at you now." He warned her, his voice wavering with uncertainty. She was ready, right? Deus didn't want to hurt her.

He started forward slowly, but by the time he'd made it half way across their distance he'd gathered the will to run. It was just a spar, and just because it was his first spar didn't mean he had to be silly about it, right? His first instinct was to start with the same attack he saw other large wolves do - to lift a leg and attempt to wrap it around her shoulders to gain control and grapple her to the ground. It wasn't until his paw was already in motion did he remember her music-making quills that lie in wait.

Asmodeus Abraxas-Nightingale vs Aoife for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A

WORD COUNT: 313
TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1489

"Speech"