Stretch My Muscles

*Quelt* · 04-10-2014, 02:05 AM

ooc: sorry for the crappiness in this it is 2 in the morning and I didn't want to keep you waiting. 2 rounds sound good?
Quelt had been simply exploring when the girl confronted him asking for a spar. He himself was up for a friendly practice as much as any other, he towered her easily since she was younger and smaller. So far not many wolves had been bigger and taller than him. Though he had seen small wolves tear down huge ones before so he would not sell her short. He smiled at her, facing her fully. There was no harm in it was there? "I don't see a problem with it, my name is Quelt." he said, setting his defenses carefully.
Hunkering closer to the ground he bent his knee's and pulled back his ears to lay flat against his skull. His abdomen tightened and tail leveled with his spine to keep his balance. Quelt's toes would spread, digging into the dirt as his shoulders tucked inward and scruff rolled forward. Tucking his chin downward towards his chest to protect his neck. Narrowing his oddly bi-colored orbs watching her. He made sure that his weight was evenly distributed and as so became nearly a rock waiting for her to hit him head on.
0/2 for practive

Attack:; N/A

Defense:; He's hunkered down with his knee's bent, abdomen tightened and ears pinned against his head. Tail level with spine, eyes narrowed chin tucked. Shoulders rolled inwards scruff rolled forward.

Injuries:; N/A

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