Hideaway Strath I tell myself that I don't care that much

Okay I am assuming that he wants to spar, if that is wrong, please dm me and let me know and I will absolutely change it.  And if that is the case do you do paragraph style or dice roll?

Artok had been called forth from the inside of the pack lands to the side of the wolf Arashi. He had shown up promptly, his limp as always pronounced, but not hindering him as much as it would another. He had gotten used to it, was quick to move despite his limitations. He was adept at using three legs, for more than the torn shoulder.

Artok blinked. You wish to spar, very well.

Artok lowered into a guarded position, tail motionless behind him. He shifted so that the bum leg, was not within reach, his large left shoulder and legs in the way. He prowled around and struck, feinted one way and then the other, short burst to keep from stumbling on the bum leg as he had taught himself and snapped at the shoulder or face of his commander.

He would guard his right side, and attack low.