Porcupine Ridge Just a ghost running scared

Anwyl was surprised by Farstep's sudden movement. As ever glad as he was that the tawny male was fine, he didn't appreciate his tricky tactics. Anwyl shouldn't have been so naive. Farstep lunged towards him, trying to pull him down with his arms, but failed and ended up more attacking his chest down. Anwyl yipped all the same rearing up on his hind legs but not getting very far before his new friends jaws were close to the boy's ear.

Anwyl wasn't able to escape Farstep's attack, and was pulled down by the older male. He didn't want to give up, but he knew he was beat. He made a few weak bats at Farstep's face, letting loose a frustrated whine as he tried to break free of the man's grip. Anwyl wasn't fond of losing, but he also wasn't a sore loser. He wouldn't pout over being beat, nor would he brag if he somehow won. The end of this spar was now up to Farstep.