Nothing Like the Present

Takeshi had been spending a lot of his time as of late going back and forth from the battlegrounds. Each spar taught him something new and gave him a leg up on the next one. He felt his muscles hardening with use and he grew taller and sturdier as time went on, furthering his advantages. It was like an addiction, the growth that he noted, and he only wanted it to continue. So, he’d set off for the battlegrounds once again with a small pack of food for the trip and his companions in tow just in case his opponent also had some. He knew others would likely use their companions no matter what, even if the other didn’t have them, but the boy didn’t think that it was necessarily fair in a spar. In an actual fight of course he would utilise them, but the point of a spar was to train, and it would be dishonorable to take advantage of that.

A call rang into the air, luckily, sweet and feminine and reminding him a bit of his sister Iki’s song. His auds swung forward and he picked up his pace, not wanting to lose the spar opportunity to another waiting foe. His bulky frame crossed the expanse with long strides, plowing through the snow with red tinged, fiery fog coming from his slightly opened jaws. As he got closer, he was surprised to see another beautiful wolf standing before him. She looked ethereal, like a goddess sent down from Abraxas himself, and he nearly stumbled but held his ground. He offered a bark off greeting as he arrived, handing his food pack to Benjiro before sending them off to perhaps start a fire or make themselves useful otherwise, as the woman clearly didn’t have any companions of her own.

He turned and moved closer, trying not to be as dazzled as he had been by the handsome, fiery man he’d come across before, and failing. She was...a lot. His face, however, remained impassive and stoic, refusing to let on his twitterpation in her presence, and he spread his legs apart in a defensive stance, ready to begin and let her have the first move.