Feed 'em some lava!

Sparring on a bone pile was the best idea that anyone had ever presented to him in a long time, but it was creating some serious problems for both of them. Iqniq's footing was off and he kept stumbling and tripping. He was agile and graceful enough on plain ground, but on this mountain of bones, it seems like all the skills he had gained over his years had decided to abandon him. He was about as clumsy as a bear right now, and though he liked the spar, he decided he hated being this way.

Arverk stumbled and landed at Iqniq's paws. The russet male's jaws close around his thick smoky black scruff and gave him a good shake before pulling him back onto his paws. A manic grin spread across his face as he shook himself, hoping to get a few stray tufts of fur back in place before his next move though truth to be told, it was quite unnecessary as undoubtedly his fur would get all ruffled up when he leapt and most likely fell again.

Yep. The whale leapt, fell short of his aim and struggled to regain his footing.