little spiders

It wasn't long before a native wolf came to greet him, she was covered in ebony fur with strikingly beautiful blue eyes. The Dotharan rose onto creamy paws as she trotted up to him with a snarl that she probably thought was fierce, but only appeared amusing to the agouti wolf. Not that he doubted her skills (he kinda did) but it'd been sometime since someone greeted him this way that it was funny.

Luckily Azzaro understood English, so when she said it was a terrible place for a mutt and told him to get up, he simply straightened himself and gazed at her with fierce ivory eyes, showing himself to be a formidable warrior. "Mutt is it, eh?" he said in a heavy accent and a birdlike tilt of his head. The aspiring warrior would leave when he had his fight. And by the way she behaved, he knew he would have it soon.

"I won't be going yet, until I find a good sparring partner," the robust wolf said with a smirk, mentally goading her.