Kildeer Rest Winter's Kiss

A sharp grin split the male's lean chops, although it was a smirk of agreement, only stretched due to his natural, fiendish, coyote looks. Pluto had never really met a wolf like this before, she was a smart one; not one of those brainless drones herding together like cattle in a green pasture. He decided that he liked her. Sure, he'd probably still be an asshole (as he was to everybody), but he would certainly prefer her company over having to socialize with some other fleabag. Pluto was pleased as his evasion tactic succeeded in the beginning, watching as the larger canine barreled towards were he had feigned, powerful jaws snapping shut where his tail had been only seconds prior. However, the female was a swift one as well, not fast enough to swivel and snap with her fangs, but fast enough to turn and lunge towards the tricky little beast with a powerful shoulder. Pluto braced his haunches, taking a deep breath and blinking the dust from his eyes before leaping again, feeling the female's furred shoulder slam into his hips as he flew through the air.

A mild jolt of pain pierced his leg from the impact, but as the young male landed again and spun to face his sparring opponent, he shook out the aching appendage and placed it back onto the earth. He was pleased to find that he could properly stand and run on it still, albeit with some mild pain still. Coyotes were not meant for attacking head on, they were sly, willy creatures that ducked and leaped and only got close enough to limp when they were cocky enough. And Pluto, well... He was always cocky. The lean canine bounced back and forth, feigning left to right before suddenly sliding downwards, aiming to nip at the large female's ankles and paws. Hard enough to feel, but not hard enough to draw blood, as this was only a spar between two agreeing parties. It was strange how the tables had turned.

Pluto's dark grey claws scrambled in the soil, throwing up a cloud of dry winter earth as he leaped again, trying to get out of the wolf's attacking range as he panted for breath. The dust burned his dark eyes, his slightly clouded optic hazing in and out of focus as the particles aggravated the old injury. Pluto shook his head, ears flicking directly upwards and nostrils flaring to send his other senses into overdrive, hoping to compensate for his slightly blurred vision.