Feed 'em some lava!

His ramming shoulder unsettled the wolf just as he'd hoped. With a bit of bought time, Kerosene retreated on the pile, gaining himself a little bit of ground so he could easily avoid the next charge. Small movements on this pile were easy. Longer strides far harder to predict of only because the ground could give beneath their paws at any moment. Here where he stood? The bones locked tightly. He'd shifted his weight on this area as he waited those short moments for Arverk to recover and charge once more.

He shifted, dodging as he spun where he stood and kept hot on the wolf's tail. Close quarters would serve this fight far better and so he turned, ducking his head beneath Arverk's as the wolf turned and reached with his teeth for the front paw supporting his weight.