Wapun Meadow it's sword and gun day

Akavir came at him swiftly, and Viinturuth made no attempt to rise against him with his own teeth. Instead the pallid ranger dropped a shoulder and ducked to the side, bracing himself on three steady limbs as the raven-pelted Alpha collected himself and swung once more to face him.

A snarl, then, from his brother's maw - one of fierce determination. The white wolf conjured a shit-eating grin as he prepared for collision, his tail flagging in acceptance of the challenge.

Their bodies clashed, raven fur meshed with ivory, and the dark-eyed brute reached with his forelimbs in attempt to hook around Akavir's silvered neck in a head-lock. He was glad for this - this opportunity for them both to channel their woes and unspoken feeling in a constructive way. Viinturuth always found satisfaction in the exhaustion that followed their spars.