Dawnlark Plains Fossil

Dag wasted no time once she'd issued her challenge and leapt toward the other with a mighty roar - a bark, not a growl. His tail windmilled behind him, showing his true feelings about the situation and he sought the thickly-furred back of her neck with a gaping jaw, intent on showing off his fighting skills. This shewolf was older and more scarred than he was, but confidence was the folly of youth, and that was kind of his thing.

Still, Dagfinn had trained with the best of him, and was not without bulk or skill of his own. He relied more on bulk, in this instance, sparring more for the pleasure of being near to another wolf than for anything else.