By the colors

It wasn't long until someone graced themselves with their presence. Alaric could keep their footsteps a mile away, despite their efforts to keep quiet. His orange gaze was focused intently as he listened to the ever encroaching footsteps. He was bracing himself for them to jump out, as they had not willingly showed themselves. What was their intention? He wasn't sure it was a friendly one. His ears perked forwards in alertness. His tail rose in a display of assertion. Though he was no king, the thought made him laugh bitterly in his head, he still knew he was worthy of respect. He was a grown wolf who had lived through hell and back. He killed his old Master. He broke the chains that both physically and metaphorically bound him.He had delivered himself to freedom when no god nor man could. He was Alaric. He deserved respect. Something this brat didn't seem to want to give just yet. When they emerged from the tall grass, jaws snapping at him, he raised a surprised but annoyed brow. It was just as he had thought. She wasn't here to do anything but fight and cause trouble.

‘What the-’ There was little time to think. Soon the little brown wolf was going for his left hock. Alaric would twist his lower body away from her maws. His tail dropped from this movement and only to find a sharp pain go up his spine as his tail was secured instead of his left hock. He let out a snarl, pinning his ears to keep them from being shredded. His throat tucked to protect his vitals as he launched himself at the youngster. His tail was now sacrificed to the girl’s maw so to replace it his hackles soon raised along his shoulders and spine too. His black maws splayed open and aimed to attempt to grasp the left side of their neck that they had carelessly left open.

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Alaric vs Nimue for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: 3 1/2 years
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: None