Herbalists' Cache Dude…Don't Be a Dick

A smirk adorned the chocolate nobleman's features when the russet man decided that he would choose to think on it, the fellow wolf had his wits with him, Arion would give him that. He stood by patiently and watched as the seemingly crazy wolf pressed his muzzle to the tree and whispered things to the bark, and seemed to have a conversation with the tree. He was a good actor if this was all an act, a brilliant one in fact, even his best actor of a brother could not pull off such an act.

Finally, the golden wolf decided to choose the wiser option of having a friendly spar. Arion smiled his trademark mischievous grin and took a step backwards, readying himself for the fight to come. If he won, he would leave, fucking a tree was really not what he did on his free time.

Flattening his ears firmly against his skull and tucking his snout downwards to protect his throat, the greek turned his honey gaze onto his opponent, ready to make the first move. Usually the stallion waited for the other wolf to move first, but just for today, he'll make an exception. A few more seconds passed between them before he lunged forward, feinting a strike to the man's left forelimb before swiftly jerking his head upwards to bite into his shoulder, not enough to break skin of course.

It was a friendly spar after all, and Arion was a man of his word, even if the wolf he promised was a crazy tree fucking maniac.