Do you want to use a tabletop method or no?
Embry had been travelling for many days since his departure from the wintery taiga and, further still, the Sunspire Mountains. His body was lean, albeit battered, by the slim meals provided the lone wolf's journey. In the stillness of the cedar, his golden form slunk at a monotonous pace.
He picked up a hostile scent only seconds following his entrance within Cedar Sweep: a hash, tangy, volatile smell that set his nostrils flaring. Immediately, his posture grew stiff; tail swaying ominously.
Embry was surprised at the male's swift, transmogrified sentiment. In a span of mere seconds, the newcomer morphed into a ferocious beast before his very eyes. Growling, the honey-golden youth thrusted his face away from the gnashing, pearly-white fangs of his oppressor.
He had to admit - as much as he would have liked to play the smart card and hightail the hell out of there, he was intrigued by Issun's bold tactics. Maybe he could learn some new tricks, eh?
His stubborn, impartial nature forced his body into an instinctively defensive posture. He pivoted much like that of a frightened, albeit entertained (and grinning), cat. And then, as though his contumacious mind was not yet satisfied, he summoned the most asinine words he could find (hoping, no doubt, to cause a scene per the typical Embry):
"Make me, why don't ya?"
Embry staggered at the force of impact; his flanks shuddering as the brute barreled full-force against his frame. The breath knocked the final dregs of air from his lungs. Embry gasped for the lost air as he forced his claws hard into the earth; fighting for his balance as he skid in retaliation.
Growling, he bared his fangs and thrusted forward his snapping jaws; punching mighty white fangs at the intended target of his opponent's awaiting flesh.
Embry growled as the opponent dove for his heel, weaving out of the way in a rather fish-like flurry of his luminous tail. He sidestepped the action in fluid, coordinated junctions of motion; pivoting so that he now faced the opponent's open flank. Targeting the precious opportunity, he dove into the tackle in hopes of catching the male offguard amidst his former attempt at contact.