The spars were since days over and the chocolate wolf was all but healed and ready for the next round of competition. His stout form would find itself to the starting line, determination in his eyes as he let his limbs stretch before the sound to start went off. He?d play bow, taking a few deep breaths as he leaned into his limbs. He?d rotate his neck and extend his claws as he readied himself. He didn?t know the opponent that he would face, or what the possible outcome would be, but he was sure that he would never run as fast as he would in the next few minutes. Brilliant fire and ice eyes would narrow as he looked to the finish line, his eyes on the prize. He?d smirk as he took his position, ready whenever the sound would be let off.
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