He was fired up, all senses seeming hyper aware as he strode through the lands. There was a plan forming in his mind, one that brought a wicked smile to his young face. He would need practice though, training, skills that could only be acquired from the act itself and so he would find a spot, flat and clear. The wall loomed up in the distance but here the landscape was not marred by anything that could get in his way. He would stop where he was, and tip his head back a call for any who would come to challenge him. Then as the howl rang out across the open landscape he would sit back and wait, a hint of a smug grin upon his face. Speech,

Narfi had wandered far from Elysium lands, very far. But she did not care, she was out here for a reason. In the north food was harder to find and keep, and so she figured she would find a challenging opponent here, harsh, powerful, just what she was looking for. The yearling wanted to see where she was at in the skill department of fighting, that way once she began training with Caaleya she could inform the woman of where she would need improvements and if she couldn't improve in an area, then how she could use it to her advantage. It was long after walking along the wall that the female would catch a howl, ears swiveling in the direction it came from. Lips would pull back and up to reveal a toothy grin, paws moving quickly over the earth. Muscles rippled beneath her dark coat as she moved, head held level with her shoulders, tail carefully swinging behind her figure. In her mind she was demanding this go well, to learn something and get her share of blood finally, something she had been craving since she returned. And there he was, a male with a pelt pelt and black dipped tail, and pools of violet sitting back in his skull. The yearling would get a feeling this was it, what emanated form him was power, wanting his pound of flesh. Narfi's grin would remain there, shifting slightly into a smirk as she came to a stop about six feet back. Head would raise, mismatched gaze focused on him, tail lifting behind her. ?My my, so your the one who summoned me.? Tones were smooth as her gaze ran over his body, locking back onto his gaze after a few seconds. ?A spar I assume?? A brow would raise as she awaited his answer or comments, wanting to get this over with, she had things to do. "normal. talk. think. you." Awesome image by Canttina <3

Slight language warning.

A scent would hit him, feminine and marred by that of another pack but oh so intoxicating. It seemed this anonymous woman would be the one to answer his call, a cocky smirk tugging at his mouth as she came into view. She was big, even for her age, which he guessed to be close to his own. But he was bigger. He would admire the slight womanly curves to her body, though she was clearly rather strong. He flicked his tongue along ebony lips, he would enjoy this more than he had originally anticipated. She would stop, and words would tumble from her parted jaw. Lel was hardly listening, eyeing her, both sizing her up and admiring her figure. Not the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, that title was held by his sister, the bitch. He locked gaze with her as she asked her question and he chuckled. "You?re smarter than you look." He rose to his paws and stretched. "Ladies first." "Speech"

6 feet between the two before narfi attacks

Narfi; 35 inches & 120 pounds

She be experimenting with attacks, yo :3

Upon his comment Narfi chuckled, low and amused. The boy didn't play around, he got right down to business, she liked that. Head would lower, identifying that she would indeed go first, but would remain down, leveling out with her spine. Tail swung behind her in a steady, rhythmic pattern while her ears slowly pinned back against her head. Toes flexed beneath her body, shoulders rolling, getting ready for the fight. Then she would move. Unlike the fight with Kaneyna who tried coming up on her side, Narfi would go for a straight up frontal attack and see how that went. Limbs brought her body forward, almost like a charge instead of a lunge. Head would be tilted downward and brought back, unintentionally making the skin around her neck fold up. Just before it seemed like she would just smash into him, the yearling would move to the left in a little hop and swing the front half of her body to the right and the back to the left in an attempt to become perpendicular with the male, wanting to bring her body away from his head. Swinging into this new positioning her head lunged forward, jaws parting and aiming a bite right behind his withers (ref). Force would be put into the attack, not enough to scar but just enough to allow the body to react and know whether it landed or not. At the same time her right foreleg lifted off the ground, the other three spreading apart equally to distribute her weight, tail out. With the right foreleg up she tried to get it high enough in an attempt to put it in the path where the male's head may turn to bite at her, wanting to press her paw in the side of his neck near his head. Releasing her bite, Narfi would pull her skull away momentarily, only to aim another bite behind the male's shoulder, on his right side. This time her bite would have a bit of a punch to it, right foreleg dropping down, should Lel release or ignore it, to aid in her balance. What she would aim to do is grab onto his side, jerking her head to the left and back with her body to try and bring him stumbling back. one OF three FOR spar/practice

Oh yes he was going to enjoy this. As the female shifted so did he, lowered his head to protect his neck, tail flagging out behind him, ears pulling flat against his skull. He sifted so his weight was as even as possible, toes splaying and shoulders rolling forward. He would wait, violet eyes narrowed and all senses on alert. She moved, quicker than he was but he had another advantage over her. He had plans to use that against her, this charge of hers would yield no results and he dug himself in. But then just when he was twisting to catch her charge with his shoulder she was hoping away. He snarled and tried to right himself but as she swung herself perpendicular to him she darted her muzzle forward catching him. He grunted in pain and attempted to wrench himself free. She lifted a foreleg and put it easily in biting rang. He twisted violently to his left, once more trying to free himself from her grasp. Maw parted and while he wriggled he tried his best to snap it shut on her lifted foreleg. He could feel her pulling her leg down and he clamped down on it harder and dug in, attempting to pull back. She was making to bite at him again and he would try and jump away, hoping to remain hold on her leg so as to pull her off balance. oneOF three FOR spar Defenses: Lowered head, Tail out for balance, ears back, toes splayed, shoulders rolled forward and eyes narrowed. Attacks: Bite to her foreleg and attempting to pull her back. Injuries: Bite to his withers. (Possibly torn skin and fur if he successfully wrenched himself free.) OOC notes:Size: 36 Inches and 175 pounds. Please contact me if your confused about anything. "Speech"