we do talk about fight club

The boy kept any disappointment off his face that Korona would be facing the basket beast and peeled off to pick a fight with his brother's other cattle dog. The blue barrel of a beast met his focused stare, a bare grin pulling at the corner of her lip, understanding passing between them. They both had the instinct to get low, charge fast. To bark and bite and drive, but that wouldn't work for either of them today. It was too expected.

Forcing his chest off the ground (oh god it felt awful to be so high), the two began to circle each other. The dog moved first, coming to nip at his mane covered chest and he struck out at the side of her thick neck, just behind the ear. He was still a pup, there wasn't much to him, but her tail waved and she flopped to the side, flashing her belly for just a moment before rolling away. He could do this... right?

Too caught up in the thought of a win, he didn't see her dive back until it was too late, her full weight slamming into his rips and sending him tumbling with a yelp. Lesson number 1, never take your eyes off an opponent. Noted.

Dusting himself off, there was a challenging glint in his eye and he smirked. "Best of three?"

"speech"