Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

During long months that had turned into years spent under the tutelage of a reputable branch of Tartok, Nippaitok had both the pleasure and misfortune to face Ikkalrok many times during their exploits into battle-prep. They nearly always mixed up their styles with one another, careful not to fall into a predictable routine that either opponent could smartly dismantle, but habits between them had been made anyway. It was with this concept in mind that Nippaitok reliably guessed that his familiar mock-enemy would meet him head on, and he prepared for such an occurrence during his charge.

She did as he expected, but perhaps in knowing him as well as he knew her, the black bear of a wolf interrupted the rhythm of his fast advance— smashing into him the exact moment his forepaws lifted from the ground mid-run.

Nippaitok was thrown off balance. He scrambled, trying to grasp onto the bedeviling she-wolf beneath him, but his hind legs could not produce the strength needed to repel the steamrolling tank that was Ikkalrok on all four of her legs, and he was effectively bowled over by the move. The mute staggered, managing to stay on his feet, but he was now at the complete mercy of his opponent: trying to get out of a crouch that had put him in an easy position to dominate.

Outcome roll here