Wapun Meadow Young & Stupid

what kind of spar are you looking for? Zev will not back down, did you want dice or just a long hand fight?

Zev ughed in disgust when he heard another crash though the brush like an unrefined idiot. The pup was a squirmer but it still did not deter him, the fact she was not using teeth and every means to get away deflated him a little. Had he chosen wrong?
You owe me little whelp, I will come to collect your debt one day. Don’t think this retard saved you The other wolf was harder to ignore and he turned his head slightly to gauge how much time he had left, He’d let the wolf trip over him if that’s what the imbecile wanted; He’d brace and his brute size wouldn’t allow for much movement on his part, tucked to the ground he’d be nothing more then a rock to trip over.

In the moment his attention was drawn away from the pup it managed to squeeze from under his prone form. ugh could this get any worse but as the whelp ran screaming to mommy, Zev felt his strength renew, he’d play with this prey another day.

 Zev smiled stood and spun at the same time to face the oncoming brute, whom by now was just on top of him. Zev was an unforgiving force to collide with and he didn’t care if he were wounded unlike most wolves whom had a strong sense of self preservation he had little to none. He was extremely well fed to slightly over weight but that was not to say anything for there was muscle below his layer of fat.

Zev bared his teeth and roared leaping into the attack forcing his weight to offset the others and gnashing his teeth against any pelt that got close enough to his weapons unforgivingly trying to rip and tear. Likely the neck and shoulder where the first thing that was to get close enough to him. He was not the kind to ask questions before or after he just enjoyed the moment and right now he needed to taste blood and spill it in the name of his patron, and his gods.