LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
As Lyndvarr went about his morning stroll his ears flicked to the side as he caught the sound of approaching claw scraps. Turning his head Lynd saw that the approaching wolf was a male about his age, and my what a curious pelt he had! A cloak of Ivory marked with a startling gold. The man offered him the first move and Lyndvarr nodded and called out to the man, leaving the 10 foot distance between them, "Good morning! I'd be more than happy to." Such a friendly fellow!
Lyndvarr worked through his defenses, mind stirring with potential attacks. He found going first somewhat intimidating. Far easier to instinctively respond than to try and plot out the fight from the beginning. Head and tail shifted to align with his spine as his head tipped slightly forward to tuck his chin. Lyndvarr's supple neck scrunched back as his shoulders rolled forward, his hackles lacing down his back, shivering with anticipation. Lynd spread his limbs equally apart to evenly distribute his weight. Legs coiled like springs, lowering his center of gravity and prepping him for the first assault. Toes splayed as claws dug into the dirt. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Lyndvarr's ebony ears pinned tight to his head his eyes narrowing as his jaws parted in a snarl.
Lynd shook down his nerves and inhaled before letting it out in a smooth, easy breath. A moment passed and his legs pushed off powerfully as he loped toward his opponent in an effort to close the distance between them. Lynd attempted to approach the man nearly head on, shifting his body a little lower (to compensate for their height difference) and a few inches to his own left in an attempt to line the blade of his right shoulder with the middle of Volt's chest. Lyndvarr's weight shifted to his left foreleg and back legs as he attempted to jab his shoulder blade forward and up into Volt's trachea about an inch above the sternum in an effort knock the wind from the other man and cause enough bruising to keep the man in pain for the rest of the fight. Immediately after he would attempt to bring his right forepaw down and to the right in an effort to slam the paw down on the toes of Volt's left forepaw in the hopes of spraining them.
At the same time as he attempted a shoulder throw Lyndvarr's neck would snake to his own left as he attempted sink his fangs into the lower outer portion of Volt's shoulder, where the bottom of the shoulder connected to the upper arm. He sought a hold to rip into the wide band of ligaments that connected the large trapezius muscle to the rest of the limb. Lynd hoped to tear in deep enough that he could partially cripple the limb and slow his opponents movements.
