>> above the stars. [Spar]

Whiskers twitched as the large cat watched the wolf curiously to see how he would react, all the while enjoying the sensation of being awe-inspiring. The wolves of Alacritis skewed larger than the wolves of his homeland and would stand a fairer change against a tiger than those of his birth place whom he'd learn to slay early as competition for food was tight, hence his eventual migration to this place.


Sk?lingr was surprised and pleased that the wolf agreed to fight him. Many might turn the other way or flee at the sight of him. It was a certain kind of bravery, and some might say stupidity, to fight a beast such as he but Sk?lingr was grateful for the opportunity to practice.


Like many of his kind Sk?lingr's fur stood on end. His thick siberian coat finally coming in in the cooler weather of late fall and early winter raised particularly down his spine and the ruff around his neck. Sk?linger's head tilted slightly forward as his chin lowered, jade green eyes narrowed as his lips pulled back unsheathing his massive canines. Ears pinned to his head as his shoulders rolled forward, his neck scrunching back. Limbs spread evenly apart as his razor sharp claws emerged from their velveteen housing, toes spread to grip the earth. The great cats spine curved lightly as his legs coiled and bent, winding him into a spring ready to pounce at the drop of an acorn. Tail aligned with his spine ready to act as a rudder when he finally attacked.


He eyed the wolf for a moment before taut muscles unfurled, launching the cat forward in a leap toward the wolf. Sk?linger hoped to close the distance between the two. The cat's right front leg reached out and sought to wrap across the wolf's left shoulder, claws seeking to dig into the flesh between his shoulder blades. The left front limb sought to wrap around the back of the wolf's neck, right behind the ears, claws also out for grip hoping to seize into the lower left side of the wolfs neck. Head twisted to the right as fangs aimed to latch onto the side of the wolf's muzzle, his top fangs aiming for the upper middle of Hinge's muzzle, lower fangs for midway between the chin and corner of the jaw. The tiger further hoped that if his attack were successful he could use his weight to drag the other down.

"Speech"

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence