Bearclaw Valley the underdog

The silent guardian scowled at the tactic used by the snow child. As rough as the pup played, the sandy son kept his base to a defense. However, The shadow feared he would not have the strength dedicated to coming out of the spring of sprint aimed at his frailer body. 

His shattering irises of winter narrowed in viewing the bombard, but he watched, no less. 

If the pale one continued on his path however, intervention would be inescapable.