Fidelias vs Takeshi (yearling party fight)

Fidelias wasn't sure why he'd trailed along behind Ardyn and other Valhalla yearlings when they went frisking off to a party, but he'd found his big paws following in theirs hesitantly, always out of eyesight, until he'd finally come into sight of the party and froze. If he hadn't seen Kaija there he might have turned tail and fled. Then he'd seen Arne too, and he couldn't turn and leave. Both of his siblings had gone off into the world and left him behind, and he couldn't pass up a chance to see them both again.

And of course, once there he'd learned that there was going to be contests. Spars, races. He hesitated, but finally made himself tentatively volunteer for both. He wasn't really built for racing, nor did he have the skillset for it, but it was something that would be useful to work on, for hunting, so he'd offered.

Now, standing uncomfortably in the center of attention with his gaze down and slightly to the side, the stocky young male waited for his opponent to step up as well.