Fight me baby

The Klein's inky winter coat danced in the brisk wind. It was cold, not only due to being in the north, but also due to it being the thick of winter. Incubus was not so opposed to chilly climates but he did prefer slightly warmer weather. The male was built tall and lean just like his parents. But, unlike them he was even taller. He had youthful muscle but he was definitely not a brute by any means. Due to his time as a loner he was on the lighter side of the spectrum but with time and hopefully some heartier meals come spring the yearling should be able to put on some more weight. But, none of that mattered currently since he was in the midst of marching into battle.

Black paw pads hit the earth emitting the solemn sound of war drums. Excitement bubbled within the youth's chest as he grew closer to the source. This would be his first official spar. With someone who was not his father, that is. Though the Klein tried his best to not display his emotions upon growing closer to his armored opponent. Complete neutrality was painted across his facial features. He had to be cool, calm, and collected.

As Incubus grew closer he caught wind of his opponent's scent. Ashen. The scent of his kin. Would he be so lucky to be able to spar with one of his own? More excitement welled in his chest as his steps slowed around ten tail lengths from the female. The Polar Bear fur hid most of her bodice but he was able to take in her face. She was familiar and almost obviously Klein due to her now much more apparent scent.

The young Klein dipped his head down in a respectful bow, something Hannibal taught him to do, and raised his head back up with a small grin staining inky lips. "Greetings. My name is Incubus Klein and I am here to be your opponent on this terribly chilly day." A black tail swished with anticipation as the slim beast watched the female.

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