Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

With Soap's permission, roleplaying as though Kodiak didn't suck as hard as the dice would suggest ;)

The russet male charged, rearing on his hind legs, and Kodiak met him in the air, exchanging a few blows before both parties planted their feet and engaged in a vigorous dance of mock combat. Initially, the exchanges were fairly even, but the brown bear was half-hearted in his effort, even underestimating his opponent to some degree, and his light effort allowed the other male to gain the upper hand. When the moment presented itself, his opponent seized it, and Kodiak felt teeth clasp firmly but reservedly around his throat.

"Good," Kodiak said, ducking out of the other male's hold, seating himself a few paces back. "You fight well." The brown bear was impressed, even, but would not say as much, nor did it show in his collected expression. It was clear to him, this wolf was potential competition, and he would not soon forget that. Though he had more respect for the male now, he also had a subtle dislike, born only of the fact that he might stand in Kodiak's way.