Let it get thrown down

Massive beast moved with the slow moving confidence of a continent, paws placed carefully on blood stained ground so they would expand easily and absorb the sound of his movement. Shoulders rolled lazily, skin stretching for a short time to accommodate the movement beneath it before laying smooth again. Though the movement was barely noticeable beneath thick matted coat, twigs and debris tangled within his thick ruff. It was good to be back here, it was one of the few places he could honestly admit to being comfortable in. Sickly green gaze roved lazily over the landscape, expression void of emotion and yet there was a curiosity in his eyes as he sot out anyone. Normally this was a place where wolves came to spar but occasionally they were simply here to find a pack or meet others. Strange how two separate things happened in such a god forsaken place? But he didn't dwell on that, content to meander around until he found exactly what he desired. He wanted to spar, he needed to drag all that pain he felt inside out and make it known to the world. He wanted to bleed and wanted to feel the flesh of another part beneath his teeth. Already jaws were clenching and unclenching, grinding in anticipation.

And that was how he found his target, the blue pelted man that immediately brought his hackles to a stand as far as they could in their current state. Mud and dirt coated almost all of him, he was pretty sure there was still blood mixed into it from his last spar but he didn't want to bathe. The monster wanted to look on the outside like he felt on the inside so that was what was happening. So he said nothing to the male before him, head still hung low so nose was almost dragging on the ground. Chin would tip in and neck would scrunch, shoulders rolling forward to lessen the amount of flesh that could be grabbed onto between his head and shoulders. Paws would splay evenly though one hind leg would slide backwards to brace himself for any attack that might come his way. Ears pinned, eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled into a snarl as lower jaw unhinged to further protect his throat and allow for less lag time in his attack when it came.

But the beast didn't attack straight away, hunkering down like the tank he seemed be be designed after. Spine arched and abdomen tucked with ease, tail in a middle position of behind him to act as a rudder but close enough to the ground to tuck firmly between his hind legs if needed to. He made sure that there was next to nothing for the male to grab onto when he did attack. "Lets go." Voice was a rumble, low and threatening without even trying. It was as though his vocals had been damaged long ago and now that they had gone untested for quite some time it was even more unpleasant, grating on the audits. He was ready for this.

Speech!