In search of food, Gilgamesh found himself careening down a steep slated mountainside. At the bottom, a clear lake fed by the falls was a sure sign of prey. His stomach rumbled fiercely as it had been a few days since his last meal. Stepping quietly but quickly, his claws scraped as the rocks. A wintry wind whistled through his spotted fur as he appeared to almost blend in. This is one reason he enjoyed the Northern areas of Boreas. While the areas were chilly and foreboding, it was sparse of other predators. As he reached the bottom, his paws touched upon dense foliage. Trees were bare of any leaves as winter had quickly set in. Determined and set in his ways, Gil found somewhere to pause. Listening to the chirps of small brush birds and hoof beats of deer, he focused on the water's edge. Scanning his environment, the taller wolf found a bush that had yet to drop any leaves. Stepping in close to bristling leaves, he watched. His nose twitched as the smell of prey drew closer. Waiting with claws dug in, his tail hung low by his ankles. Already his hackles drew up, ready to pounce as soon as his next meal came into view. There was little he found enjoyable in this world, but hunting was one he preferred. The excitement of the chase, the sense of his teeth clamping down on warm skin, and the satisfaction once its heartbeat failed to pump more blood. Gil could feel his own skin begin to tingle as time ticked on... Speech

D i m o s t h e n e s In his wanderings, Dimosthenes came across a large mountain, frozen and foreboding with the winter wind. He stared up at it for a moment, gave his fur a few quick licks, and then proceeded to continue walking. The foliage was dense here, but he forced his way through with all of the relentless determination of extreme stubbornness. He didn't know where he was going or why, but he didn't care. He didn't give it a single thought, to be honest. He was going. Suddenly, the fragrance of prey wafted past his nose, and his mouth watered as he became aware that he was actually pretty hungry. He wasn't a great hunter, though he tried his best. He didn't have the patience for it. He licked his lips and fell into a stalking position, trying to hide as well as he could. He was completely unaware of the shadow nearby him. "Speech"

It wasn't long until a small group of Dall sheep entered his eye-line. Stepping down from the sheer rocks, the white and curly-horned sheep headed for the crystalline lake ahead of him. Gil's attention caught onto one that wasn't as large as the others. Young and with horns not quite as large or sharp as its family, he decided his target. His upper lip curled slightly as his ears fell back, tail twitching and eager as he waited for the right moment to strike. As he took a step forward, almost emerged from his brushy hiding spot, a scent hit him. Wolf. Ears folded forward as his eyes moved to see a small white wolf was also in striking position. Gilgamesh almost stood up in confusion. This wolf was easily a foot shorter than him. How was he going to take down any of these sheep? Let's hope he's fast. He thought to himself, bemused at the fact this smaller wolf thought himself competent enough. Turning his attention back toward his target sheep, his head lowered closer to the ground. If he and this stranger could work together to take down this one, he wouldn't mind sharing. Stepping quickly out from the brush, Gil's paws struck dirt and rock as he darted forward. Quickly his long legs moved toward the young sheep. Only a moment or two passed before the small herd noticed them. Pushing forward, his body leaned and turned as the group pulled to take off away from the lake and up toward the steep mountainside. They had to catch them before they started their ascent. Fast on the tail of the younger sheep, Gil then noticed a larger, but older and reasonably slower sheep. With large, curling horns, he turned to cut the old sheep off. A snarl ripped through his throat as he lunged, paws outstretched as he leaped to latch onto the sheep's shoulder. Speech

D i m o s t h e n e s Dimosthenes took a baby step forward towards the sheep. His eyes scanned the fluffy bodies, but he had no clue which to pick. Decision paralysis took over. They all looked the same to him! He didn't know what constituted an easy kill, and he couldn't focus enough to notice the almost imperceptible hints that more skilled hunters often relied on. Some of the animals were younger, some older, but their horns were still big and sharp-looking. Before he had to make his own decision, a large gray and brown male charged forward. Dang. His spatial awareness needed work. But he didn't mind working as a team as long as he got to share in the prize, so he followed. He was faster, but he stayed a few steps behind anyway so that he could follow the other wolf's lead. They were chasing the sheep when the big guy turned suddenly and lunged at another sheep, a big but slower one. Dime darted behind and grabbed one of its back legs, just above the ankle, and held it up a few inches so it was moving on three legs. It struggled violently, and he had to let go after it kicked him in the mouth, knocking out a tooth. He lashed out, sinking his teeth into its hindquarter. He was quickly getting a mouthful of blood, and he didn't know how much of it was from his prey. "Speech"

It wasn't long until the smaller wolf fell into step behind him. Gilgamesh admired how quickly the white wolf followed, not sparing a moment to launch an attack right after he did. Biting down harder onto the sheep's shoulder, he felt the old fella struggle violently. Hooves were kicking at both of them as the rest of the sheep herd ascended up the side of the mountain. The curdling groan of their catch started to fade away as Gil grabbed at the sheep and quickly moved to take ahold of the old sheep's neck. Slowly, the sheep stopped moving, his own paws connecting with the ground underneath them. Blood was filling his own mouth as he watched the light and life leave their target. With his new companion latched onto the hindquarters and his own powerful jaws clenched tightly around the throat, Gilgamesh was sure they had it. Copped was on his tongue as the sheep tried to keep fighting. Lurching its head back, one of the horns knocked into Gil's forehead. Grunting himself, feeling slightly dizzy, Gil closed his eyes quickly but refused to let go. Taking a few more butts to the head, he leaned his weight onto the sheep. As the old sheep continued to walk forward, insistent that it wouldn't fall dead to them, Gil wondered if it would give up. Speech

D i m o s t h e n e s Dimosthenes continued to latch on the sheep's hindquarters. He wasn't letting go. No matter what, he wasn't going to stop until the prey was dead. He'd decided that. And anyone who'd ever known Dime knew how stubborn he was when he had something decided in his head. So even though his mouth was full of blood that he had to keep swallowing, he kept biting down even harder. The larger wolf had his grip on their prey's throat, and Dimosthenes was sure that they would have their meal soon. It hit his companion in the head with a horn, but he kept his jaws attached. Dime admired his resolve and started leaning his weight down, trying to push the sheep down. It took a while, but eventually they, together, took it down. Dimosthenes dropped his grip, glancing at the other guy before ripping off a couple-mouthful-sized hunk and settling down to eat. The now-missing tooth was far more annoying now that he had time to focus on it. "Speech"

Finally, Gil felt their prey buckle beneath their combined weight and strength. Feeling triumphant as he heard a satisfying thud upon the hard ground, he released his hold. Blood dripped from his lips as he glanced over at the smaller wolf. When their eyes met, Gil smiled briefly, noticing the missing tooth. Now when did that happen? A rumble of a chuckle tickled his throat as he went to rip off a chunk of the shoulder he had been so diligently biting a few moments earlier. Feeling woozy from being knocked around by the horns, Gil laid down a foot or so away. Chewing deliberately so he could swallow his piece, he finished a few minutes later. Before going to grab another chunk, he looked back over to the blood-soaked white fur of his new companion. "Thank you," he spoke, just two words, but it would be enough. Not one for pleasantries, he would at least be cordial and respectful. After all, the other male did help him take down this sizeable creature. "Gilgamesh," he then said shortly as he stood back up to grab another chunk. If the smaller male could be this helpful all the time, maybe he was worth keeping around.

D i m o s t h e n e s The other male took his own chunk of meat and settled down to eat it without speaking. Dimosthenes didn't mind that. After all, he was eating his piece and didn't want to be distracted from it. It tasted good, although the one particular spot in his mouth where a tooth should be was sore and screamed in pain if he tried to bite like normal. He'd have to find a better way to eat. For now, he tried his best to use his molars instead. A few minutes later, in which time Dime had managed to get through most of his chunk, the larger man thanked him for his help and then said what Dime assumed to be his name. "Dime. Dimosthenes, if you're feeling long-winded." he added with a smile. "Speech"

Gil glanced over and noticed the smile of the smaller male wolf. Dime. Dimosthenes. The name was long, but so was his. Normally, Gilgamesh did not prefer others to call him by any sort of nickname. Truly, it was disrespectful to him, but again, this wolf had helped him and offered his own shortened version. Sighing, he attempted what he thought was a friendly smile. "Gil is okay too," the mottled male rumbled before taking a few more bites. Noticing that Dime was chewing more with the back of his mouth than he was with his canines, Gil looked at him inquisitively. "How's the tooth?" He asked, curious, but not too pressing. Caring was one word not often described of him, but he had manners and could be cordial. Feigning niceties in exchange for help or company was alright by him for the time being.

D i m o s t h e n e s Gilgamesh sighed, smiled, and then gave his own nickname. Dime took another few bites. "How's the tooth?" "Fine." he replied automatically. "Hurts some, but it's okay. Damn son-of-a-bitch sheep kicked it out." He'd never been the sort to care about his language, or how he spoke at all, so he spared no thought about the swearing. Some dumb sheep deserved to be cursed, anyway. After finishing his first piece of meat, Dimosthenes stood up to take another chunk. When he sat down again, he asked, "Do you like sparring with other wolves?" He was looking for more practice, and Gil looked tough enough to be a good challenge. "Speech"

Dime's response to his question made a short laugh slip from his lips. Nodding his head in agreement, Gil met Dime's bright gaze with his own. He liked how tough the smaller wolf was and his perseverance made Gil admire him even more. "Good thing we didn't let it get away," the larger wolf mused, enjoyment in his tone as he finished his second piece with slobbery ease. Licking the blood and sinew from his lips, he casually watched Dime retrieve another piece from the sheep. He supposed they should have skinned and saved the fur of the sheep, but he was not finessed in that skill, nor did he really care to keep it. Looking their prey over, he was glad a cold had settled into the valley; the meat would be saved a little bit longer than had it been in the dead of winter. Pulled from his thoughts by Dime's question, Gil's ears pressed forward. Glancing over to the male with a devious smirk, he nodded once more. "More like love it," he chuckled, eyeing Dime carefully. Was he going to suggest a friendly spar between them?

D i m o s t h e n e s Gil's ears jumped forward at Dime's question, and he smirked. Dime smiled as he nodded and said that he, in fact, loved sparring. So that was nice. He needed plenty more practice, and he thought that sparring was fun anyway. It gave him that little kick of excitement that mostly kept his brain from buzzing off at ninety miles an hour looking for something interesting, like a little kid going to an amusement park alone. "So... shall we?" He stood and took a couple of steps away from the dead sheep, getting into his fighting stance. Gil was a big wolf and looked to be in his prime. He'd be tough to beat. Dime just had to hope that he was faster and smarter than his opponent. "Speech"

The smile on Gil's muzzle did not fade as he stood up. Stretching out his legs, he curled his toes for a moment before shaking out his fur. Glancing over to the smaller wolf, he nodded before stepping to line up with his new opponent. A buzz of excitement and adrenaline warmed up his chilly body, full from their meal and eager to get back into shape. His tail flicked back and forth as he sized up Dime. Small, but tenacious, Gil would not underestimate the wolf. It would never do to believe that size alone would win you a spar. With no further need of encouragement, Gil pounced forward. Closing the gap between himself and Dime, he allowed the energy to propel him. Baring his teeth with lips curled, he shifted to the left, aiming his mouth toward Dime's shoulder. Reaching out in an attempt to snag onto skin, he twisted his hips so they moved away from Dime. Gilgamesh vs Dimosthenes for Spar Round 1/x Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter

D i m o s t h e n e s Gil wasted no time in pouncing forward, and his teeth snagged in Dime's shoulder. His neck was thus available to Dime, and he set his own teeth in his opponent's scruff. Pulling upward enough to hurt but not to wound, he shook his head back and forth to try to remove the bigger man's jaws off of their grip. He didn't think it was going to work since he was so much heavier, but he had to try. His body curled around Gil's with only a few inches of space between them. Letting go of his scruff, Dime changed his pace. One of his back legs would stretch up as he hopped, possibly ending up on the middle of Gil's back, pushing down to try to make the man fall. Dimosthenes vs Gilgamesh for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Small Build: Light Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Navigator "Speech"

Clamping down on Dime's shoulder with a firm hold, he was careful not to puncture too deeply. With it being just a friendly spar, Gil wasn't quite aiming to hurt the boy too much. Yet, Dime was also agile and quick to react. Jaws reaching forward and latching onto his neck, he felt the shake and pull of Dime as he attempted to push him off. A chuckle resounded in his throat as he held his ground and refused to let go. Dime would have to try a bit harder than to get him to budge. In the next moment, as his body tensed, he felt a paw kick out at his back. Claws rake against his skin as he finally released his purchase on Dime's shoulder. Pulling back and hopping away himself, he put a foot of room between them. Ready to go quickly, he pulled in a breath and lunged once more. Leaning down and getting low, he aimed for Dime's forearm. His teeth snapping loudly in a better attempt just to scare the smaller wolf, he pressed closer. Gilgamesh vs Dimosthenes for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter

ooc: did you still want this to be an official spar? can't forget the form if you do c:

D i m o s t h e n e s As he'd expected, Dime was unable to move the giant's head even an inch. There were benefits to being big; he had to admit that. It irritated him that Gil chuckled, though he probably would have in his place. He didn't like being mocked. It didn't matter. It had just made him even more determined to win. His paw kicked at Gil's back, and the man let go and moved back, making Dime grin. But it didn't take long for him to be attacked again, Gil's jaws snapping near his forearm. Dime jumped back and lunged back in himself, trying to get Gil's nose in his mouth. Dimosthenes vs Gilgamesh for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Small Build: Light Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Navigator "Speech"

And the winner is...

Dimosthenes

Gilgamesh must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Gilgamesh : Attack Roll: 12 Defense Roll: 15 Agility Roll: 40 Perception Roll: 53 Total: 120 Attack[12] + 5% Bonus[0.60]: 12.60 Defense[15] + 5% Bonus[0.75]: 15.75 Agility[40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 40.00 Perception[53] + 10% Bonus[5.30]: 58.30 Total[126.65] + 10% Bonus[12.66]: 139.31 Dimosthenes: Attack Roll: 94 Defense Roll: 42 Agility Roll: 88 Perception Roll: 85 Total: 309 Attack[94] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 94.00 Defense[42] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 42.00 Agility[88] + 10% Bonus[8.80]: 96.80 Perception[85] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 85.00 Total[317.80] + 10% Bonus[31.78]: 349.58

Their teeth snapped and gnashed at each other without doing any real damage. Blood flew in droplets around them as their hair became ruffled and tugged on. A smile was upon Gil's lips as he danced out of Dime's reach. Breathing heavily, he turned his shoulder and raised his head as if to admit defeat with a nod of his muzzle. "Alright, you win," he rumbled, eyeing the boy. So he was quick on his paws, he'd have to give him that. Chuckling once more, he gave his head a light shake. "So you can hunt and fight, I'm impressed," Gil mentioned, it being the most words he'd spoken all day. Glancing around him, he enjoyed the scenery for a moment. With their kill off to the side and adrenaline buzzing in the air, it had turned out to be a good day. "Unless you'd like to go again?" He mentioned, turning his gaze back to Dime as he raised a brow in question.