Slowly growing used to live within Obscura, Veigar had begun to warily stretch his limbs and explore the lands outside his new home. The months spent within the pack had been dedicated to tirelessly scouring the lands, exploring each inch of the redbud forest until he practically knew where every single tree cropped up, where the waterways wove to the falls, where solid ground turned to water toward the mangrove forest. It was a painstaking task for the blind wolf, learning each inch of the land until he knew it like the paw of his paw, but it was the only way he knew how to survive here- to be aware of his surroundings. Today he made his way to the west of the hot springs. He was sure he'd been this way once, but his life felt like it'd been fractured in two; he was a different wolf now, after his blindness, and he lived in an entirely new world. Navigating it felt completely different than with sight, everything familiar having to be re-learned to nauseating excess. He moved slowly through the thick grass, hearing the caw of his raven companion overhead. His movements were slow and deliberate, and once he circled the area he'd found himself in, he lifted his head high and let loose a call for a spar. He'd slowly been regaining his strength and now that he no longer looked like a pile of skin and bones, he knew he had to get back to training- as hard as it might be.

Ursus slunk through the tall grasses as low and quietly as he could. His bear paws made it difficult at times, but he managed. The whistle of the wind rushing by him would help hide the noises his body made as he stalked the prey ahead of him. Slowly and surely, he grew closer to the fawn who had unfortunately been separated from its mother. Knowing it wouldn't survive, Ursus saw it as a pity kill. Save its life and feed his belly.

He readies to leap. Muscles aching from the patience, he feels his mouth salivate in anticipation. It would have only been a few more moments until the loud call of a nearby raven caught the fawn's attention. Large ears and head pop up above the grasses, eyes wide as it spots not Ursus, but a different wolf tediously walking through the plains. At the sight of the predator, his next meal takes off at lightning speed in the opposite direction.

Frustration courses through him as he turns on the wolf who he sees now is blind. To Ursus, that mattered little in the grand scheme of things. If the bird was his companion, it should've known better. On the edge of pissed off, Ursus stomps over, uncaring if the stranger hears his approach. At least maybe the dickhead will be ready for what comes next.

"Since I can't fell your bird from the sky, I suppose you'll reap the punishment," Ursus' tone is snide as his lips pull up into a sneer. A growl rumbles in his chest as he prowls closer until he can nearly feel the breath of the wolf wash over him. Without another word, he strikes out, aiming to strike the stranger across the face.

Ursus

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Ursus vs Veigar for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with bone blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull painted black with tar
Companion 1: Common Raccoon with piebald markings, Male, 16" - Battle
Companion 2: Common Raven with piebald markings, Female, 50" - Perception
Mutation 1: Bear Paws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Thick Fur - Defensive
Mutation 3: Keen Eyesight - Perception
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Hunter

Veigar wasn't left waiting long before he heard the movement of another, someone even larger than himself. He turned his head slowly, his raven companion confirming his suspicions with a quiet caw of alert. The sound of paws stomping over grass with abandon is unmistakable, and he feels himself growing envious toward the stranger. His movements were so unlike his own methodical, careful ones. He didn't have the privilege of clambering around like a idiot. Life had not been so kind to him. Almost immediately his lips curl back in a sneer. His mood shifted abruptly as his opponent approached, rage rising in his throat like bile. "Like you'd be able to catch him even if you tried," he spat back at him, using his ears to try to locate the stranger and keep in line with his approach. They were pulled forward, his muscles taut as he readied himself, trying to balance his weight to avoid being toppled over by the stranger. Fighting without sight is difficult, to say the least. Veigar has learned to act instead of react- as soon as he feels claws across his face, digging into the side of his muzzle, he snaps out. Parted jaws aim to rend and tear anything they can find purchase on, teeth gnashing toward the stranger. He sends his smaller body flying forward, paws lifting up as he aims to lash out and send the bulk of his weight directly at the stranger. Moving chaotically, he hopes he can simply get a lucky strike. Veigar vs Ursus for Spar Round 1 / ? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Large Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather foreleg bracers Companion 1: Raven, Male - Perception Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual Debuffs: Full blindness (Major)