Haunted Wood A Day Like Any Other

Just as soon as she agrees to the spar, she’s on him like lightening. Yes, it catches him off guard but he’s just barely quick enough to hop backwards and avoid her wondering jaws. His smirk curls mischievously, he still loves a good spar. “Okay, I see you.”

Heavy paws move skillfully as he runs to the left and attempts a juke by switching to the right and coming up beside her left side. He tucks his chin to the plume on his chest, looking to go in for a head-but. If luck permits it, he’ll crush the thickness of his skull against her ribs.