What was lost

He wasn’t entirely surprised when she came at him, prepared to ‘make that happen’ but it did leave an odd sour note in his mouth. A sense of… disappointment. He shook it off, prepared to fight for what was his. If that meant tossing this toxic bitch down a mountain, then so be it.

Snarling at her, he left the dagger strapped to his leg and turned his muzzle to the side. Hoping to catch her first attack with the spurs that sat in his cheeks. Nasty things, they were. At the same time, he raised a paw and attempted to grab it behind her leg. Hoping to pull her leg out from under her, or do something to compromise her balance. Whatever he could do that didn’t involve digging his teeth into her scruff, really. He’d done that twice already so far. "Traitor" He hissed at her

Astraios vs Delphi for keeping Dagger
Round 1/2
Age: under one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Cheek Bone Spurs (Offensive)
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
"Speech"