Wolf RPG

Alduin is feeling spunky today. He needs to train, so he instantly look for @Fury. He knows she’ll indulge him. She did when he was a puppy and she still seems to even nowadays. He’s found a good friend in her and he actually cares deeply for the pale, scarred woman. Having been one of his many constants in his life ever since he was a pup.

So he would follow her scent and appear before her from the shadows. His pelt makes him blend in perfectly with the night. And he would only give her a single, mischievous look before lunging almost playfully at her. His teeth would seek to snap at her hocks or pull her tail before he’s pouncing away and readying his stance for her attack.

 

Fury was in the midst of trying to change her scent. Granted genetics likely had a lot to play in a Wolf's personal scent, Fury would try anyway to alter it as much as possible. 

That's when Alduin melted from the shadows, giving her a mischievous look with ruby red eyes before pouncing at her. She tipped her hocks down in time only for him to catch and tug her tail instead. 

Playful, was he? Fury still saw a faint glimmer of his puphood inside him, in some manner or another. 
She scoffed softly and whirled on him, aiming her teeth for his scruff and her massive paws for his shoulders in an effort to take him down.

Of course Fury is fast, she’s been fighting way longer than him, but he’s at least able to get a good tug on her tail. He doesn’t yank it of course, but he does give it a little pull before he’s bounding off again. 

She would scoff at him then, and he would offer her a playful glint of his eyes before she’s lunging towards him. Her teeth meet his scruff and her paws hit his shoulders, but he doesn’t go down quite yet. He’s getting used to her tactics and learning more about her style of fighting. He’s always watching after all. Always trying to see how she moves and where she hits. 

So he’d widen his stance and push back, lifting himself to meet her halfway and wrap his own paws around her broad shoulders. Teeth also search for her neck and face as they butt against one another.

He rises to meet her mid-air, forelegs wrapped around her own shoulders like hers on him.

They search with teeth for each other's flesh, to which Fury snaps for Alduin's ears and cheek as he gets a firm bite over one of the scarred cougar wounds on her lower neck. 
Lucky him.

They both knew that neither one would go to the ground without a true fight. She grinned wickedly at this knowledge.

The grin on her scarred face says a lot. He respects her drive for battle for he feels the same. Except he doesn’t show it as openly, for his emotions are always dull. He can’t truly express himself unless it’s shown in anger or cynical, sarcastic humor.

Still, the battle continues and she’s snapping at his ears and face. Despite his lucky bite, he doesn’t feel so lucky. What he does feel is his ear split and the hot flow of blood seeping from the wound. No matter. What’s another scar anyway? He would make the decision to untangle himself from her arms and drop back to all fours, immediately shooting teeth towards her hind legs.

Fury would watch him as he withdraws, only for him to lunge for her hindquarters. 
The Warmaiden whirls on him as he goes, aiming her fangs for his ribs and driving her mass in his direction, a more or less "spearing" use of her teeth.

Untangling himself from her and withdrawing makes his next attack obvious. He’s able to bite at her hocks but not without consequence. Especially when he’s feeling her canines stabbing into his ribs. It forces a low growl from his throat as he curls back in on himself to latch onto her nape and shake her off of him.

Fury connects, but Alduin is getting to be as fast as she, and in no time he's rounding for her nape, teeth catching pale fur and sending her in a flail of limbs and teeth to the soil. Fury rears her hind legs then, trying to protect her belly even though she knows he won't purposely damage that's area of her.

His bite to her scruff does it’s job and he’s sending her crashing to the ground, a bit more roughly than he meant, but a victory is a victory. Only he doesn’t intend to hard the little ones inside, so he moves away. 

A hardly there smirk plays on his face. “I’m getting better, no?” He asks her humorously. 

He is getting better, mainly because of her constant hand in teaching him, as well as his father’s. Kynareth trained Fury by what he’s heard and it’s only right she trains him as well. He appreciates her effort.

Fury watches Alduin's face and rolls to her paws, shaking out her fur as the boy inclines as to his progress.

"Very much so." She agreed with a soft smile.
With their spar squared away, the Warmaiden would nudge him softly with her shoulder and begin to prowl away, probably for a patrol. He was welcome to join.

With the spar over he chuckles lowly at her confirmed praise. Only to be nudged afterwards and he follows. They continue from their spar, to a patrol, and Alduin easily steps in line beside her.