Ravensblood Forest A Reoccurring Dream

His hearty kicks are enough to get her off of him. Which now that he thinks about it, why did he even want the beautiful she-wolf to get off of him. Shaking his head internally he reminds himself that it’s a spar, not the other things his dirty mind thinks of. Anyhow, he’s rolling to his feet and makes a rather poor attempt of attacking her own front legs. Surely she’s be able to get him back now. His jaws open as he shoots downwards to her cute white paws. Though the attack is ill prepared and not well thought out. Now he’s distracted. Typical.