bone mountain

Since we've discussed this OOC'ly, I don't feel like there's any need for dice.

His paw struck, but the wolf moved, further avoiding contact. The grumble within his chest let loose as Iqniq squared back up to the wolf and requested one last time that he leave the immediate premises. It was a simple request - one that if the wolf had complied he might have thought they'd made some progress. Unfortunately, it seemed this one was looking for something else. A death wish perhaps?

Definitely a death wish.

The wolf charged. Iqniq went low, ducking beneath the wolf's teeth as they found purchase upon the top of his scruff. Neck tucked and ears pinned, the red wolf made an effort to give the black beast a hefty shove of his shoulder against the proximity of wolf's chest. And he spun, paw lifting to seek the wolf's shoulder and shake him off, toss him off, something. Defensive maneuvers only.

In this, he did not trust his teeth. He knew the rules of Tartok. An eye for an eye. He could think of no worser fate than wearing the same scars as this snake in the grass.