Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

Damn it..

Arverk's teeth snapped at air and rain, just like he had expected. The gods were not on his side this time, perhaps they were trying to tell him that despite his skills at fighting, it did not mean he would win every fight he fought nor did it mean he could battle every lower rank and win. Perhaps Mars, the god of war was teaching him new tactics to fight and overwhelm his opponent, because he could not miss so many times and the wolverine should not be able to land blows on him everytime he made a move. This was the work of the gods, and internally, he cursed at them, asking why they couldn't have made him fail every blow when he was fighting someone from outside the pack. That could have taught him much too.

The wolverine laughed, and Arverk bared his gleaming sharp fangs in reply. He would be able to handle himself in a real fight, but somehow, he was unable to land any hits except one on the other wolf today. What was wrong with him? Anger blazed beneath his smoky black chest and he fought the urge to rip his opponent's face apart, they were packmates, besides, the other wolf's laugh did not seem to be one of contempt.

Perhaps they could be friends.

The Zeta rushed at him and this time, the Epsilon did not bother to jump away though he did make sure to seem he was making an effort to leap away. The wolverine struck him in one of his tender areas but the whale did not utter anything, but turned around and flashed a smile at the Zeta, rushing forward, snapping at the other wolf's face in warning, to make him back away, not close enough to harm the other man's face, but hopefully enough to make him backpedal.