Tall, Grassy and Rainy

Álarr just focused on walking ahead, taking one step after another before breathing a sigh of relief as the clouds moved past them and the rain began to cease. The relief did not last long as Jynn warned him someone was coming. Curse her amazing ears, he hadn't heard anything. But when he looked up he saw Armada's alpha charging toward them. "Jynn, run. Get to Fireside please and tell my family." He saw her hesitate but soon she was off. Álarr was a talented fighter but he knew the odds were not in his favor. Sirius' skill was as legendary as the alpha's temper and arrogance. Álarr doubted this was any concern of security as they had at no point crossed the border nor done anything so crude as his pack mate Jupiter. Likely this was some attempt to save face from an imagined slight, but so be it.

Álarr was not like Jynn. He was not a wandering waif with few cares in the world. He had a pack and knew that if he was captured this was likely going to start some sort of war or drag his elderly father out seeking to spill blood. He couldn't bear that thought and so he would go for blood. Álarr was not a warlord or a warrior in rank but a healer. From his lessons he knew how the body was constructed, he'd pulled apart the corpses of loners he'd found, of coyotes he'd murdered. Picking them apart til he understood how they were put together.

If the warlord wished to capture him then the man had better put all cards on the table. And even if he succeeded in subduing and abducting the Fireside wolf, Álarr grinned, Sirius might find him a hard prisoner to keep. He could do far more damage inside the Armada than outside of it.

Álarr kicked off to meet the warlord, dirt and muck flinging up from his paws as he charged. His head shot forward for the left side of Sirius' face, jaws flung wide and ivory teeth gleaming in the greenish light of the storm. His upper fangs sought to land at the corner of Sirius' left eye and his lower fangs at the corner of Sirius left jaw. Álarr's goal was to pierce flesh and snap his jaws together in a brutal attack that would shred through flesh and leave a long pair of scars in its wake over the path of destruction Álarr sought to wreck. Shredding the masseter muscle could limit the man's ability to open and close his jaw.

Álarr vs Sirius for Minor Maim (Scarring of left side of face from corner of left eye to corner of jaw)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Raven
Mutation 1: Kudu horns (small) - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Anatomist