A Fighting Promise

the temptuous man buzzed with excitement, his taut muscles begging to be released in a single outburst of a thoughtless attack. but that wasn't why he had answered this man's call. he was to press himself, strain his muscles, gain a strategy more head-on instead of grab-and-snatch. it would be difficult, no doubt, considering he'd never sparred with anyone not of kin. but he had faith in the gods; odin would be in his favor.

as he crept forward, shoulders rolling smoothly with his oddly dainty paws, placid twice-colored spectacles took in the handsome man before him. he was clean-cut, dark, a little bit of white spice splashed on. and his voice was equally attractive. a genuine smile spread over his previously pursed lips as the name of his competitor touched his ivory ears. how foolish it was, that the wolves of this land always seemed to openly give their name. "pleasure, hansel. if you so wish me to, i am at your complete service." he paused to allow a small chuckle of amusement at his suggestive response, a charming smirk playing on his features. "while you are in my presence, you may call me v?ngar. after we part ways, well.. i won't be within earshot, right?" he winked toward his opponent, taking a haphazard step closer. perhaps after business was finished, jaeger might pursued the man for a different type of recreational fun.