Ouroboros Spine what beasts they are

His move had been a miss but she still stepped back and changed her course before trotting towards him once more. Tonravik moved towards him, feinting, alerting him that if this was a real fight, he was at her mercy. It had been a good fight, a good spar nonetheless and Arverk had missed it a lot. He didn't realize until now. Although he liked adventuring and exploring, it would never be able to give him the thrill of battle, the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the feeling of being truly alive.

The swarthy whale's blue gaze followed the movement of his leader's tail before blinking, velvety smoky ears pricked as the black bear gave him some comments, any improvements he could make with his fighting moves. Her advice was right, he should've noted that when he made the move. Nodding, Arverk rose to his paws and straightened himself, a small smile snuck up onto his features for a brief moment.