Redtail Rise i hate the air he breathes

all good!

Tested? Ah, there it was.

Between the beartrap of his snapping jaws and the glide of the stranger's ducking body: notes of Avicus. Signs that proved the truth. It did not matter to Tulimaq; he was on the warpath now and would commence a spar. She had tested the wolf and deemed them worthy of the rise - but now it was his turn.

Teeth clicked in the open air, and Tulimaq lunged, driving his weight against the packed snow to launch himself for the man's core. If he hit he would move to overpower and to dominate, and if there was to be bloodshed, then there would also be victory; but blood was not the purpose of this joust.