An old moon

A dark titan answered his call. There was less silver to break the tides of black across this wolf's coat. He was younger than the Warlord, with the scent of others in his coat. When he first spoke, his rich tones spoke a language the Warlord was not familiar with. This was said to the companion creatures that had trailed after him. Seer’s own companions were silent. Basilisk, a patient hunter, did not so much as twitch. The Bear scratched an itch, and yawned lazily into the fading light. Of Marshal, there was only a subtle shadow.

Terms? He flashed his teeth at Vidarr in a subtle smile. “To yield.” He decided. He wanted to scratch an itch, and this wolf was not a stranger he could shepherd home. The scent about him marked him as a leader. A band, or a large family perhaps. The Bear beside him stood on two paws, pulling herself to her full height as she stood beside the Warlord. She might even look fearsome, if she didn’t wave at the darker wolf with a free paw.

With that entry, the Warlord moved. With no energy wasted, he closed the gap between them, and aimed to swipe a heavy paw towards the other wolf's face. Testing him.

Sirius vs Víðarr for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"