Can I Play With Madness?

The young male would start to put his defenses into place, Vrel would do the same. Spreading his legs apart and equally balancing on them. He spread his toes and dug his claws into the ground, he aligned his tail and head with his spine while tucking his head down to protect his neck. Tucked his tail between his legs and rolled his shoulders forward, finally he would narrow his eyes and flatten his ears. He bared his teeth to the other wolf with a snarl soon after.
Vrel would dodge to his right as the other male ran straight at him, but then the male turned to his right making whatever attack he was intending to make miss. Then he would attempt to bite him but all the males jaws would close on was air, his teeth had grazed the side of his stomach not enough to make it bleed but enough to leave a couple of scratches. The other male’s tail would cloud the vision of his left eye but he could still see through it. Vrel would turn to try and grab the male’s tail on the male’s left side aiming for somewhere in the middle between the start and end of the tail, seeking to hold the tail and make it bleed if possible. After hopefully grasping the tail his left front paw would work its way over to the male’s left hind paw and lift up to come down hard for a paw stomp.