Hardheaded Hail

Khranbari’s features morphed into one of anticipation the moment someone stepped through the curtain of hail. Every piece of ice hitting his coat ignored. He didn’t care about anything; except, who now stood before him. Claws gripping the snowed earth. Sliding effortlessly across the surface to better embrace himself. Despite the size difference, he needed to ensure some type of grip. The weather gave no sign of letting up. Which meant that this fight would surely be an interesting one.

"A good spar never hurt anyone." His voice shouted across the area. Filling up the space between them. He gave a low growl that vibrated his throat. One full of play and longing. The fight had been beaten into him. He needed to fill the fangs of another. To slice his claws across someone’s flesh. Sounds of battle ringing out into the world for all to know what was taking place. He enjoyed every single minute in these scenarios.

Muscles tightened beneath his monochromatic coat. The winds roaring to life as he sent his body forward. Paws thudding with every step while closing the distance. An attempt to throw his chest into the other. In the same movement, jaws opened to snap at the other’s face. Aiming to latch onto the space where cheek bell met jaw.
"Speech"