Coran chuckled at the strange yearling's question and he shook his head. "No, its not dangerous that I know of though it is unusual to see it so bright at this time of year, and so far south." A flicker of worry crossed across his face but he hid it well. He knew of the long night, he feared the possibility of it ever coming again. Thankfully, the other man took his attention away for the possibility of a spar. Coran's initial thought was that it would be more productive to talk about whatever was souring the other man's mood but at the same time he understood need to get the physical toll of emotion out first before being able to really discuss it. Coran nodded. "Sounds good to me." It would be a good challenge to spar in such strange light. Instead of the usually steady light of the moon or the total lack there of, they instead had the strange, undulating like of the aurora.
He positioned himself off to the side of Marrow as the girl set her defenses. He quickly followed suit. Coran set himself, the weight settled evenly on all four of his limbs, his stance widened slightly for the balance, knees bending for better shock absorbency. His toes spread, thick nails clinging to the earth for better grip. His head lowered like a bull's to the level of his shoulders, tail rising to an equal level and his shoulders rolled forward to bunch his scruff in a protective roll over his neck, chin tucking toward his throat to protect the delicate area beneath his jaw. Coran's hackles rose in a spiky ridge along his back and neck, ears pinning back against his head. His eyes narrowed and in a moment the fight began, with Marrow springing forward toward Ronan. Coran debated who to attack but deciding against the girl he raced for Ronan's left side.
Coran charged for Ronan's left side, coming in perpendicular toward the man's left shoulder. His jaws raced out, seeking to grab the other man's scruff at the same time he threw his chest forward, seeking to slam it into the other man's left foreleg to try and unbalance him.