You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Maybe he was missing out, not taking part in these things more often. Keeping half an eye on the fights around him, nothing seems to be getting out of hand (yet). The crash of teeth against his shoulder, the searing heat of torn skin draws his attention back to the wolf before him. Dropping his centre of gravity and offering a shove he hopes to knock his opponent off balance, to topple him to the ground and make him submit, if only this once. There's a fearless smile on his face, despite knowing how easily it could backfire. All he had to do was misplace a paw and he'd be on the ground instead.

“Speech”