Duck Lake The Warrior & The Princess

Spar thread: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9176

Arion never let his guard down unless he was really really sure he could trust the other wolf to not backstab him, which was extremely rare. He kept his ears on the stranger as well as his eyes, and when the agouti female crouched low and moved towards him, even a pup could see she was about to attack but he did not move, trusting his skills to keep him out of harm. So the wolf continued lapping casually at the water, always have a good drink before a fight. An experienced warrior would've noticed the way his muscles tensed up, ready to dodge.

When she growled and attempted to bite him, he felt her teeth graze his fur before he lept into the pool, almost like a dolphin. But a brown one. She caused him no harm whatsoever, instead she seemed to have only tickled him, such a pathetic attempt he almost laughed. Arion surfaced and swam easily to the edge of the lake, clambering out with the ease of an otter on the other side and faced his opponent with fierce, cold, hardened honey colored eyes with the fire of the sun.

"Αχ εσείς αξιολύπητη σκύλα," Arion smirked, an icy glint entering his gaze as he swore in his native tongue. "δεν θα πρέπει να το έχουμε κάνει." At that moment he felt the fury, the sheer rage and the adrenaline and power of Ares, the greek god of war surge through him. Shaking his chocolate coat, the warrior prince straightened himself and fixed the girl with a gaze filled with fury, surely making Ares proud.

Flattening his ears against his skull, Arion lowered his snout to protect his throat and charged at the female, hoping his weight, is fangs and claws would damage her severly.