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Some might think the enlarged moon above to be beautiful, but to Idris, such a thing was ominous. Where he came from, things such as mutations and changes to the natural world never happened. What did it mean? Was the end near? He felt that inner fear, that paranoia of doom, bubbling up in him as he faced the stranger. Peering at the blue coated form from his position near the trees, he blends in quite well with the white landscape and bright light. He wouldn’t call it an advantage, but it was at least something.

Hearing the growl from the other, his ears settle backward, and his own lips pull up to show teeth that were unafraid of ripping and rendering flesh. He hadn’t expected to come across anyone this far north nor this late at night. It only pushed him closer to the edge, fraying his nerves farther than he liked.

Placing a calculated step forward that spaces out his stance, Idris lets out an indignant snort. A fight didn’t scare him? What a bold sort of lad to be saying such things to a monster in the dark. Guided by snow and the unnatural light of the moon, Idris watches his newfound opponent charge toward him. Taking the offensive against him wasn’t such a bad idea. Idris could at least admit that because he would have indeed tried to charge the other wolf if he had decided to turn tail and run.

Bursting forward with energy, dull claws digging into snow and ice, he meets the stranger with his shoulder pushed forward and aiming to meet him head on. Bone and muscle make a loud thudding noise as they collide. Gritting his teeth up impact, Idris strains against the wolf’s slightly heavier build.

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Idris vs Bronze for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Healer