Blacktail Deer Plateau Round 2: What are you made of?

He chuckled as he sauntered up to Grayday, a glint in his eye. They hadn't sparred since they were boys, up by the river back home. Shale had been meeker, then; it had been easier to push him around. Not so much, now.

Shale did take into account his brother's missing eye, though, and vowed not to fight dirty. Dirty tactics he'd only employ against an enemy; Day was not only a friend, but family. He gave a nod to his littermate, face growing serious. "Let's do this," he said hoarsely, the fur on his nape bristling in anticipation.

With thundering paws, he surged toward Day, his lithe body twisting at the last second so that he could sink his jaws into Day's shoulder: a bite not hard enough to break the skin, but hopefully enough to surprise his brother into being bowled over. Shale rammed his chest into Grayday's side in tandem with the bite, hoping to have him on his back soon enough.