Show me your Teeth

His mother was a fighter, through and through, and it was something that the male hoped that he took after. This was apparently the place to test your skill, and the male felt that he was as ready. For today, anyone would do - so long as they had the capacity to finish the fight. He honestly hoped that he was up against someone at least somewhat experienced, but he digressed, someone young with a bit of fire in them wouldn't be a bad opponent either.

The male would lift his head and give a short call, asking for anyone brave enough in the area to take him on in a friendly spar. He wouldn't be going easy on whoever showed up, but he knew the rules to a test of skill. No maims, no permanent damage, it was over when one of them yielded. It probably wouldn't last nearly long enough for him, but they were supposed to come in spurts, right? Half of the challenge was properly expending his energy, knowing when to use brute force and when to meet his opponent half way to see how much they're willing to give.

He would wait, his tail level with his spine and his toes digging into the ground in anticipation. Defenses were already starting to slide into place, but the wolves here in this land were far too kind - he doubted he would be rushed from behind or taken by surprise. It was simply out of self preservation for the future that he did so.