Round Two. BRUTALITY!

Alaric had entered the southern lands, it taking him weeks to leave the East and ended the South. When he arrived, there was a bunch of new terrains for him to explore. This one in particular was a grassy plain, open and free. He could see a fair distance in front of him, only for his orange gaze to meet the sight of a lion and much smaller wolf who was guarding a kill. The lion seemed intent on taking it from them.

Alaric decided to watched from afar as the little wolf threw sand at the lion's eyes. That's it, they're gonna get themselves killed. At least, that's what he thought. Against his better judgement, he decided to help. His paws quickly closed the distance between himself and the two. His black maws splayed open and sought out the Achilles heel of the lion as it was distracted. He sought to tear open and severed the tendon entirely, immobilizing the lion.