Blacktail Deer Plateau Engelhard

Engel could tell his strategy was not working. He had to take another approach. He noticed the over wolf's tone was sharp, and he was acting quite aggressively. A light bulb lit up in Engel's head. Was he trying to pick a fight? If it was the only way to impress this male...

Engel got into a bow, like one would for the beginning of a spar. "Just so you know, when I last 'fought' with someone...it ended quite quickly." Though it had nothing to do with the sparring itself, but rather what Engel had done that had called it off. "So, you want to fight, or..." he said with a hint of a smirk, and a wink. It was a risk, as Engel knew he was going to lose this fight. He was never a good fighter, ever.