Hoshor Plains fire in my eyes

The fight, although friendly, reminded him of the encounter he had with that beastly white female when he had first came upon the Wilds. The details of that day were fuzzy, but Rhanno distinctly remembered being unable to land any heavy blows against the woman for, as large as she was, moved with a strange fleetness. This male was the same.

Teeth clicked together as he only managed to grab an inconsequential amount of the boy's scruff, and he easily twisted right back out of his grip before moving to charge into his rear leg. Rhanno was ready, though, and tensed his muscles, unbudging as his fellow Dotharan rammed himself into his flank. In a rare moment of spritely vigour, the elder seized the opportunity to then mimic his opponent's move, spinning to slam his own side into the boy's hind.