Not My Cup Of Tea

Thanks for rolling!

She was quick to take him up on his offer. Without warning, she leapt at him, taking advantage of the element of surprise. For a while there he thought she might have him, but with a mix of her earlier fatigue from swimming and his size alone, as the spar wore on, the tables turned in his favor. He attacked and dodged, watching and learning from her style and technique. 

It'd been a while since the last time he'd sparred, but he was glad to see he still had it in him. Eventually they stopped, settling on him as the victor with the promise that next time they ran into each other, there would be a rematch. A small part of him hoped she'd win next time so they could settle the score and find a reason to break that tie. Of all the wolves he'd met this far during his travels, he was quite enjoying her company. 

She complimented him. He returned the favor. "You're not half bad yourself." She was good. It was clear she had quite a bit of experience on her and that this just wasn't her match. Next time. They'd have to see what happened next time.

As they finished circling, Kero rolled his shoulders and sunk into a downward dog only to roll forward into an upward position. Stretching. There was something nice about getting the blood moving again. That little bit of adrenaline coursing through his veins was an excellent high and he was definitely going to ride it out. 

She recovered quickly and nursed her paw. He smelt the coppery scent of blood on the air. It was hard not to in these close confines. Concern flickered through his eyes and she cleaned the wound and ignored it by hoping back into the water. Kero grinned and jumped in after her. 

Ducking beneath the water, he moved, catching her injured paw on his nose. He lifted his head out of the water, bringing her foot with him as he did. "You okay? Did I hurt you?" He wasn't sure if it was from the rocky terrain or if he'd gotten a little carried away.