wrath

Don't worry about it! They're a good match... Kierke's got a hock injury that's healing, so he might be at a slight disadvantage.

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It was sudden – as it should have been – and in a matter of moments, the two wolves were beating around each other in a muddle of frigid glacial water. Had Kierkegaard not made the move to protect his throat before the stranger lunged, he would have been forced down and immediately immobilized by the other’s actions. Instead, Kierkegaard managed to move his weight back far enough so that when the pale stranger struck him, his teeth clashed only against the nape of Kierke’s neck. The ghostly figure turned his head to the side in hopes that he would avoid the wildly snapped jowls of the other wolf. At the same time, he did not want his – already injured – hock to become a point of attack. Adjusting his lengthy limbs, Kierkegaard moved to thrust his shoulder into the opposing beast.
A snarl erupted from his gaping jaws and he then turned his head towards the other wolf, snapping aimlessly with his fangs. The two males were a good match against each other. One was fueled by desperation and had the power behind his limbs to throw his weight around. Kierkegaard was the match, however. While Njal was pushed forward by the loss that surrounded him, Kierkegaard had nothing but wrath.