Two Rivers Isle spikeroog

Ah! The marauder raged with adrenaline as he felt his fangs collide with the flesh of the wolf's upper muzzle. His shoulder stung against the warning that had been issued, and while he worked to gnaw as much away as he could, the noisy stranger was keen on removing Smokestep from his face. This was a smart decision, as the young pirate was only eager to cause as much harm as was possible before he returned to the side of his sister and sought the sea.

With all of his force, the ghost's opponent asserted his body weight against the seafaring wolf and knocked him backwards. Smokestep tumbled from his stilts and snapped his canines maliciously at whatever they might grasp as he fell. He knocked snow into the air with little concern and released a bark of excitement that snapped in the air overhead.

He was proficient in the waters, but he always enjoyed the challenge of fighting on dry land.