Moonspear ring of fire

Perhaps Antares was smaller, but he had the benefit of multiple siblings to spar and tussle with. Dragomir had had only one sibling and spent two of his most crucial months bedridden; he currently lacked the muscle in his neck and shoulders to contend well even with pups who were younger and smaller than he. And even if they were, Moonspear's brood was sizable thanks to their genes and lifestyle both. It was a more even contest than either of them imagined.

No one else arrived, so Dragomir allowed himself to ease up. A playful growl bubbled around the coon's fur as Antares grabbed the other end and grounded himself. Before Dragomir could tug it away, the sturdy Moonspear pup jerked back on it, unsettling Dragomir's balance. His eyes flew wide at the utter strength in the younger pup's pull.

He recovered quickly, eager to show Hydra that he was just as good as any one of her children. He spaced his paws more widely and lowered his body, hauling back on the coon with another playful growl and a frisky whisk of his tail.