Baby baby sittin not sure?

Macabre

Macabre listened as Eraithus took him by the scruff to plunk him to the ground, a giggle bubbling from the boy’s lips as he did so. This was fun! He could do this all day. The speckled child rolled off from the larger male, clambering back to all fours. He lowered his body, tucking it in and raising his hind end just a bit as he had instructed to make himself appear more compact. Easy for him! He was one of the smallest of the litter, and in a world where size seemed to determine the victor of a fight, any tactics and tips would help him greatly. Evenly spreading his limbs, toes spreading into the dirt, he coiled his haunches and would aim to spring onto the older male’s left flank, using his legs to fling himself further onto the older wolf’s back. He then aimed to sink his baby teeth into the male’s rump, in a playful manner but it would be enough for someone to turn around and try to get him off. If it succeeded and the wolf did indeed pivot, Mac would then aim to spring upwards and back onto the ground, also aiming to tap Eraithus’ head during his leap towards the earth. It was meant in good fun, but the movements he’d be attempting were a bit taxing and more of a dance than anything. Still, what could he do if he didn’t have the bulk of his siblings, or even the serrated knife-like teeth of his tinier brother?

Macabre vs Eraithus for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Under six months
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Novice Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual

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