Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

I swear the dice gods want Arverk to lose...

The wolverine had determination and strength, the whale would give him that, he would fit well with the Spine wolves, as long as he did not openly defy Kroc, Iqniq or Tonravik. Cross that, any that were of higher rank than his opponent would not take it nicely if someone openly defied them, they would make sure he knew his place, and that he knew it quickly. The whale understood the Zeta, he too did not defer to others easily, but he would not submit to him unless the newcomer earned a rank above him, nothing would change that, even if he lost the damned spar. Besides, even if he lost, Arverk was sure he had proved to the wolverine that he was a worthy opponent in battle, a worthy wolf to fight beside, a wolf worthy of respect.

His opponent lurched forward and kicked one of his hind legs when he adjusted his grip on the other wolf's scruff which made him stumble, allowing the wolverine to run away scot free. That is, if you didn't include the few tufts of hair he had lost in the scuffle. Arverk regained his balance quickly, spitting the fur onto the ground and shaking his smoky black coat as if that would relieve him of the aches in his muscles. It was a sweet ache, that spoke of a good training and a good spar.

It was raining hard now, and despite the thick canopies, most of the water made it through the shelter of the trees and splattered on the two sparring wolves. Like the Zeta, the whale embraced the cooling feeling of the water droplets as they sunk onto his thick ebony fur, but enough of that, there would be time to cool off when the spar was over. Readying his defenses once more, Arverk rushed forward, testing the waters once more and just as expected, the wolverine managed to leap out of the way. The whale spun around quickly, his attention fixed on his opponent.