Herbalists' Cache Dude…Don't Be a Dick

No more words were exchanged. Kero watched the wolf prepare himself, sinking into that defensive stance that was all too familiar between wolves. Tuck your chin to protect the throat. Tuck your ears. Widen your stance. Kero, was a bit lazier with his own movements. He merely shifted upon his paws, spreading his weight to distribute more evenly between the four of them as he lowered his head. No tucking. No diverting the eyes to guard the throat, just lowering and watching. He wasn't going to impair his vision with the wolf still at some distance.

Without warning, they were ready. The dark wolf charged and Kero braced himself, guestimating roughly how much momentum this wolf would throw. He was fast and nimble, but not quite as thick as other wolves he'd encountered. Lighter. This male likely had endurance on his side over power. Fast. Quick. No doubt he would know how to use that to his advantage. 

The dark wolf pressed forward, feinting for his left side. Kero shifted his hind paws, turning his body to run perpendicular to the wolf as he lifted a paw and batted at the male's upward stealing nose. No teeth, not yet, but the male was already exhibiting his speed and trickery. He was watching for it, ready for it, slowly learning this one's patterns and techniques. A snarl tore from Kero's lips, warning him off of it before he charged, lowering the flat of his head to ram the wolf's shoulder.