The day is young and so is he. Davey wants trouble, more than anything. Trouble, ankles to bite, snoots to bap-- you know the drill. He's excitable, and taking full advantage of the fact he's allowed out of the den and into the ravine itself. Scrambling up onto a rock, using his vantage point to scan for someone to harass.

From his perch, Korona is the first target he sets eyes on. Davey lets go first one bark, and then another... and another. Causing a racket, wiggling, tail wagging. "Kor commere, commere," he crows. There's a lot of energy in his little body and he's ready to use all of it for crimes.

"speech"

Korona, ever alert to the mischief afoot, whipped around at the sound of Davey's insistent barking. Her eyes lit up with a mixture of challenge and amusement as she saw him perched on the rock, a tiny king surveying his kingdom. Not if she had anything to say about it!

“Oi, Davey!” She called back, her voice carrying easily over the distance. “Ya lookin' for trouble, huh? Well, ya found the right gal!”

With a swift but clumsy movement, Korona bounded over to him, her grin wide and infectious. She hopped onto a nearby rock, matching his height. Little needle teeth poking out from her lips, paws tap-tapping against the rock gleefully. “Whatcha got planned, troublemaker!? Gonna show me somethin' worth barkin' about?” She gave a playful growl, eyes dancing with anticipation. “Come on then, let's see if ya can keep up! Or are ya all bark and no bite?” A taunt, her posture ready for whatever wild adventure Davey had in mind. If she had a tail it would be wagging madly in the air by now.

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Davey doesn't peel the grin off his face as she comes closer, finally actually listening to him. It's nice to know he has someone he can count on to be down to clown. Clown behavior is, in fact, in his blood. Wagging his tail so hard it wags the rest of him, he can't help it.

As she nears the rock, he's quick to take advantage of the high ground, even if he'll only hold it a second longer. Snapping at her paws where they tippy-tap at his perch before bouncing down, dropping into a play bow before springing right back up. Lunging at her with a gleeful growl and woof, already trying to pounce at the girl with both front paws.

"I was bored, come wrestle!" Excitable, brilliant, and filled with way too much energy for his own good.

"speech"

Davey vs Korona for spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 6m
Size: Large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Neck quills - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator

Korona's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched Davey's excitement mirror her own. This rascal! “Ah, I knew you had some fire in ya!” She exclaimed mockingly, laughing as his snapping at her paws made her hop back with a playful yelp. She was game, and so was he.

“You want a wrestling match, huh?” Her grin grew wider as she matched his play bow, her own energy surging. She didn’t have a tail to speak of, so her rump waggled in the air instead. “You found one!” She lunged back at him with a mock growl, swatting at his face with her paws.

Korona vs Davey for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Under 6 months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Quills (Defensive)
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A
THE KRAKEN