Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

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No one came immediately, but that was to be expected, after all, the wolves of the Spine were probably busy patrolling or hunting and even if they heard his howl, they might be on the other side of the land for all he knew. It would take sometime for them to come, if any came at all, so the swarthy male remained patient and alert, he would be ready if a wolf answered his invitation for a spar, he would not be taken unaware. The training the Romans hammered into him would never go away as long as he lived, and although he should be able to relax in his own packlands, he was still always on guard.

A figure approached, and Arverk's sharp blue gaze snapped immediately at him. It was not a wolf he knew and since the scent of the Spine was not too strong in his fur, the whale presumed it was a newcomer. His to-be opponent was large and draped in a pelt of browns and dark colors with fiery eyes to match, by his looks alone, the Roman assumed that the other Spine wolf was also a warrior. But then, all those who lived in the Spine had to be fighters, or this place was no home for them.

Smoky black ears swiveled forward as the newcomer spoke before flattening against his skull in a defensive motion while the rest of his body readied itself for combat. A crooked grin played at Arverk's lips in response to the fellow Spine wolf's words, showing his wicked sharp teeth. They were packmates, so they would not break through skin, either ways, they would be well worn and bruised by the end of this fight.

Without warning, Arverk charged forward, aiming to unbalance the brute in front of him with brute force, testing the waters. He did not know this wolf, so it was essential to see where his strengths and weaknesses lay.