Hit 'em till it hurts

She prowled the Battlefield like the predator she was. Shoulders hunched, scruff bristling, tail level with her spine. Her ears are on alert as she paces along the territory's edge. It's easier to find new opponents this way. Instead of waiting for them to come to her, she could ambush them as soon as they appeared. Hungry for blood, for pain, Calliope was eager to fight again. Her first few had been fun. Exciting, enthralling, take any amount of words used to describe how she felt, it didn't matter. She needed it.

Her tongue licks at her lips as she feels the sensation of dust covering her paws. Then there he is. His vibrant red coat and marring scars are undeniable. This was the Ignis from her father's pack. What was he doing all the way out here? Head canting to the side, Calliope watches him a moment. He too appeared to be stalking the deserted field for someone to tangle with. Perfect.

Circling back around so that she was unseen, the wind shifting her scent away from him, Calliope prowled silently. Toes splayed, legs moving slowly. Stalking her prey, she crept closer and closer. She can feel the anticipation building in her. Her stomach burbles with adrenaline as it begins to seep into her veins. Patience took a lot of work, but it would pay off. Creeping closer, she waits for her moment.

Once she's within striking range, she bursts forward. Not a sound from her other than grunt of effort that propels her toward Ignis. As she comes inches closer, she leaps. Front legs spread wide aiming to grab ahold of his haunches. Her jaws open, pushing toward his thigh and aiming to clamp down on his leg.

Calliope vs Ignis for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Under 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
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