Wapun Meadow If these sheets were the states

Perhaps the stocky wolverine might think that Aries did not know what he was doing, the consequences of his actions - but he was a young male learning still of the world and his own abilities. He was a boy living on the edge, feeding his desires with the dark energy that taunted his soul and gave promise of greater things. He was well aware of what he was starting, this fight with an unknown beast. Aries wished to learn the strength he was up against, and prove his own worth. 

"We shall see." He murmered in response, a flicker of arrogance like the lash of his tail signalling his youthful ignorance. But, too, one might say he was more aware than any could possibly tell. He was an intelligent wolf, one who could do much damage if given the opportunity.

Lips pulling up to display his fangs, he saw a flash and instantly threw his body to the side to avoid being hit - unfortunately, he had misjudged the attack and he felt a weight launch into his side, claws delving into his shoudler in a violent strike. Such a deep wound would definitely scar, but of this he was currently unaware. It did not deter him, deep growl rumbling from his throat, despite the hot blood trickling down his leg. The Svartell swung his head around and with gaping jaws, ploughed into the wolverine's side. His teeth met flesh, a wound that had begun to close, only to be ripped open once more as Aries tore at what he could with a victorious smirk stretching across his maw. Upon his tongue he could taste blood and this only encouraged him further.