What you do for a friend

It wasn't long until a familiar pink pelt strolled in from the icy horizons and into the boneyard, along with it a smaller, familiar, dog. Maul and Cinder wagging their tails at the sight of Bigs, causing a brief smile to form on Alaric's maw that quickly faded shortly after. When Atreyu was within hearing distance, he dipped his head towards her as a sign of respect. "You know I am." He answered back, taking a moment to pause. "No companions this time. Only us." He told her. He felt the crunchy iced over dirt beneath his feet. This would make navigating the cluttered terrain even harder. A challenge for both of them.

He would wait for her response and casually set his defenses into place. He would widen his stance slightly for balance, his claws dug into the earth for stability. His chin tucked to protect his jugular, and his hackles raised along his spine. Without saying a word, Alaric would then charge straight for the taller woman. His upper body would lower as his black maws splayed open and sought the left forearm of Atreyu. He was attempting to grab ahold of the limb and twist it, combined with his momentum and strength, he was hoping to knock Atreyu off balance and onto the slushy ground.

Alaric vs Atreyu for spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: Berserker