Swiftcurrent Creek battleaxe

Since the spar rolls are almost over, thought we could incorporate a few of what was happening there to add to the post count in this thread. :D

Despite his lenience at his meal toward her, the ivory female stalked forward, challenge gleaming in her eyes. He had not outright offered it to her, though had she simply come forward and taken it, he would not have fought it -- such was the life of the hierarchy.

But she did not. Instead, the challenge was issued and only when he stood to placate her did she lunge at him, uttering a surprised growl from his jaws. The dance began -- she was agile on her paws, and he was much like a lumbering brute. While he might have had brute force on his side due purely from size, it did not mean he could catch her to make good use of it.

The clash of pack mates was natural in manners such as this, and the adrenaline that coursed through his veins found the change to be refreshing rather than upsetting. She would lunge at him and he would either brace himself or counter -- he would attempt to knock her from balance and he would be met with a swift rebuttal that threw his ideas from under him.

Bazi was a challenge in more ways than one, and he loved it.