You think you got what it takes? (YFIR WARRIORS)

The one eyed male would turn to face Laufey, oh boy, he was big. Bigger than his father who seemed to have height on Vereux, however it reminded him much of Quelt. This meant Vereux would have to use his smaller frame to his advantage, he was sick and tired of not being able to defend himself. He had been born a warrior by glorious standards. The male would separate his four legs to evenly distribute his weight and curl back his lips in a snarl. As his tail became level with his spine his eye narrowed at him making sure that he kept firm with toes splayed into the dirt. He had learned over time how to judge distance from his single eye.

The man's scruff would roll forward and ears pin against his head, as he bent his knee's slightly for any impacts. His chin came to tuck closer to his chest and he rolled his shoulders inwards. Hoping that Laufey would take the first attack, his back legs stiffened and he felt adrenaline start pumping through his veins. Had the king in him truly brought this upon his brain, how betrayed his feelings felt at this point. Now he was fighting for a certain purpose that was himself and for this pack he had oathed himself to. Even if he lost, he wanted to understand Laufey as this pack would be his new family.

0/2 for spar