Alaric stayed near the shrine, mostly because that seemed to be where most of the band was. He lifted his head towards the sky, his vocal cords ringing out a summoning howl. The howl rang through the birch trees. For Azriel. He wanted a round two against the younger warrior. He wanted to see more of his skill. He looked over to Maul and Cinder, who were drinking from the shrine's pool. "Keep to yourselves." He told them, knowing that they would. The two cane corso did well listening to the wolf. There was only maybe once they defied him, Cinder had chased a hare into pack territory. It resulted in battle. He then refocused, waiting for Azriel's to appear in view.

I am the righteous hand of God The bulky demigod was moving about a lot lately. His duty to the Morningstar family and then to Atreyu being his primary driving force. Yes he had pledged to Judila, but to him it was Atreyu and any blood of her blood that held his loyalty. A call went up for him and he smirked. It seemed Alaric wanted battle against the war hardened youth. Good a good way to test them both. To ensure they both were ready for any storm to come. He moved with massive paws giving his position away so the older veteran wouldn't be surprised by him. His quills clicking as he shook them out. Then they were lifting as he tensed the muscles and he lowered his head to stalk into view of alaric. Neither were men of many words from what he gathered but he did dip his head to Alaric. He had beat the veteran once before, but that didn't matter now. A friendly spar. No dogs, no weapons except the natural ones they had been gifted with by the gods, or in his case by his father. "You first Alaric." his eyes narrowed as he set his stance and defenses to wait. Walk, "Talk", Think And I am the devil that you forgot

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Azriel vs Alaric for Spar
Round 0/x
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated canines - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty:

Azriel responded to his call and arrived shortly after it had faded into the wind. Alaric's black lips pulled into a bit of a smirk, and he dipped his head towards the male in respect. "Azriel." He greeted the younger male. Alaric took this time to set his defenses, his stance widened slightly for balance, his tail raised towards the sky. His chin tucked to protect his vitals. His hackles raise along his spine for defense. "If you insist." Alaric growled lowly. He began to circle Azriel, his orange eyes fixated on the larger frame of the male. Alaric was no fool, he knew the male would be watching his every step. Yet he wasn't exactly trying to hide himself, either. More so like a test of speed, how fast could Azriel meet him. When Alaric reached the back end of Azriel, he would move as if to continue circling before last minute, in a quick haste, charging for the Achilles heel of the wolf. His black jaws splayed open, and he attempted to latch onto the heel with a firm grip.

Alaric vs Azriel for spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

I am the righteous hand of God His eyes narrowed on Alaric as the older started circling him. He was prepared for anything, dirty tactics from a war veteran to another veteran were expected. But Azriel had been trained, drilled until he was capable of answering even the largest brutes with an overwhelming amount of tactics and brute strength in return. And now? He ranked among the largest of brutes. Perhaps it was his divine blood that made it so. His dual colored gaze saw the moment Alaric went for his leg and a subtle move to the right had Alaric snapping on nothing and a smirk on his face. He'd have to d better than that. In the same movement Azriel sought to shove his shoulder forward and splayed his jaws aiming to latch onto the smaller man's back just before his hips and shove his shoulder into the man's ribs. His quills were erect on his nape, protecting him at the angle from backlash hopefully. He aimed to simultaneously place his arm furthest from Alaric's head over Alaric's hips and grasp him to keep him from moving away hopefully. Walk, "Talk", Think And I am the devil that you forgot

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Azriel vs Alaric for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated canines - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: