Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

He ignored the older wolf’s first phrase, as he was not all that keen on smalltalk, with a glance back to the entryway of the tunnel. He wondered if there was a way for him to get back and away from the Reaper, but, alas, there seemed to be no alibi. Just as he was about to utter a heavy sigh, the other seemed to bring his attention back quickly with a single word: spar.

Turning back quickly, Atshen’s eyes brightened at the word as if to say: yes, that will do. Without any further warning, Atshen quickly gathered himself to a crouch before springing forward with his arms held out wide towards the Reaper, aiming for the girth of the other’s chest.