Sparrow called her packmates- to whoever was feeling the need to brawl or to test their skills. She drank from her bottle deeply and swayed in the moonlight. She told her companions to stay back. She didn't want skill and tactics and that, she wanted an all out brawl. She shimmied out of her gear, which Friar took and she bounced lightly on her paws. Who in her pack would come to skirmish in the midnight sands against their king? It wasn't anything serious, and it didn't need to determine anything. It was just heathens doing heathen shit and causing some trouble where there was none.

Scald enjoyed slipping out into the night quite frequently. With his midnight coat to help cloak him amongst the shadows, he knew his family wouldn't miss him until the morning. On this one particular night, he would agree that he wouldn't mind getting into a tussle. Or a brawl. Whatever happens, would happen. Feeling rather energetic and bright-eyed, the gangly boy who was still growing into his adult size meandered along the beach. A hint of alcohol lingered on his breath. It was a habit he had started upon their first birthday and a bad one to boot. Not that he was a drunk, but he enjoyed the woozy feeling it gave him from time to time. Stumbling slightly, he nearly tripped over his own paws when he saw the form of his Pirate King. "Spa-I mean, Sir Pirate King," he called out as a smile flickered along his lips. "Will you have this dance with me?" Scald offered, one paw reaching out into the sand as he bowed before her. Upon lifting his head, he eyed the dire with a fiery expression. Bracing himself, he waited to see what her first move would be. S C A L D

One of the yearlings answered her call. Bold. He smelled of alcohol and Sparrow thought to chastise him, but so did she. She rolled her shoulders, "You're a yearling now, so I'm not gonna go as easy on you, yanno." It was only fair to warn him some before he decided to go crying to some powers that be and spewing stuff about her being a cruel puppy kicker. "When you're old enough to drink, you're old enough to get your ass kicked." Sparrow threw on a smile, and returned the young man's bow.

Once she came up from her dip, she kicked off, eyes glinting at the boy before her. She aimed head on, might over manner, brawn over brain. She aimed to slam into him, get close, and get a grip on his neck to control the momentum of their dance.

Sparrow vs Scald for spar
Round 1/x
Age: 1+
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator

Scald would gladly admit that Sparrow was attractive and even more so when he was about to go toe to toe with the older wolf. Wasn't it every boy's dream to get with an older gal? A smirk played on his lips as she returned his bow. "I wouldn' min' gettin' my ass kicked by you," he flirted, even adding a wink in to really drive home that he had probably had one sip too many that night. Feeling courageous, he watched as she lifted from her bow and barreled right for him. Bracing himself as best as he could in the packed sand, he teetered to the side a moment too late. Catching her shoulder his own as she slammed into him, he felt the wind rush from his lungs. Man, the girl could pack a punch! As his eyes danced with stars, he fought to regain control of his body as her teeth grabbed ahold of his scruff. His upper lip curled in a snarl as he reached up to try and pull at her ear or cheek, whichever was closest. Swinging his rear end around, he spread his paws out to try and stabilize his body. Scald vs Sparrow for Spar Round 1/2 Age: 1+ Size: Extra large Build: Light Mutation 1: Spine Quills - Defensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Navigator

The boy said he wouldn't mind getting his mass kicked by her and threw in a wink. Ugh. Teenagers. Sparrow made a mental note to beat him into the ground a little extra hard- just so he'd feel it and regret his words tomorrow. No real hostility, and she wasn't appalled or grossed out by his remarks, she'd probably say the same if she were him and up against someone like herself.

Sparrow's shoulder made contact and she felt the wind leave the boy. Good. Her eyes narrowed slightly, focusing past the haze of her brain as her teeth seized his scruff. He snarled and flailed, his teeth finding Sparrow's cheek. They were locked in, and Sparrow assumed she had the upper hand. As the boy struggled to steady himself, Sparrow pushed harder, pulling up on his scruff and trying to wrap a foreleg up and around his neck, hoping to contort his body enough to collapse him and- if she was lucky- choke him right out.

Sparrow vs Scald for spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1+
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator

Sparrow was fully grown and he was... not. Still not fully developed and quite scrawny, it was easy for his opponent to overpower him. Even if he was proud that he was able to get some teeth to collide with her cheek, he wasn't ready for her next move. Too slow to the draw, Scald suddenly felt the squeeze of her leg as it wrapped around his neck. Fear hit him like a bag of bricks as he felt his throat tighten. Thrashing about now as his body was lifted into the air, he kicked his hind legs under him and toward her. Maybe if he could get a few scratches against her standing leg or chest, she would relent. The boozey feeling he had been feeling was now gone and all he saw was a hazy cloud of stars. Scald vs Sparrow for Spar Round 2/2 Age: 1+ Size: Extra large Build: Light Mutation 1: Spine Quills - Defensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Navigator

And the winner is...

Scald

Sparrow must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Sparrow: Attack Roll: 67 Defense Roll: 8 Agility Roll: 9 Perception Roll: 13 Total: 97 Attack[67] + 20% Bonus[13.40]: 80.40 Defense[8] + 15% Bonus[1.20]: 9.20 Agility[9] + 25% Bonus[2.25]: 11.25 Perception[13] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 13.00 Total[113.85] + 20% Bonus[22.77]: 136.62 Scald: Attack Roll: 81 Defense Roll: 80 Agility Roll: 18 Perception Roll: 29 Total: 208 Attack[81] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 81.00 Defense[80] + 15% Bonus[12.00]: 92.00 Agility[18] + 20% Bonus[3.60]: 21.60 Perception[29] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 29.00 Total[223.60] + 15% Bonus[33.54]: 257.14

Sparrow was used to fighting opponents her own size and while the pup was somewhat easy to overpower, Sparrow also wasn't used to the flailing, scrambling movement all tangled up in her legs. Her booze was heavy in her blood, the fight itself not a threat enough to drive it away from her brain. As she pushed and as Scald kicked out, Sparrow felt her feet sliding in the sand. With her alcohol-lagged brain, the next thing she knew she was on the ground, staring up at the clear night sky. She wondered briefly if she had passed out and where Scald was, but didn't make any movements to right herself. With a slow and somewhat cautious stretch- good, nothing was broken- Sparrow spoke, "Guess you won." She had never been one in adulthood to feel shamed by losing. Obviously she liked winning as much as the next guy, but it was always up in the air. Today was Scald's day. "Got any more booze?"