Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

Defense roll: 0

Taken of guard the hit from the other was taken. For now it was only a scratch, a result of what he assumed to be the other's poor aim. Head shooting to the other he attempted to get a look at who they were.

A pelt of smoke dappled with ash, it felt familiar to him. Soon his eyes met their's however; empty yellow irises surely taken from his mother, yet devoid of her light. Yes, he knew this wolf. Not by name, yet this only made him further displeased.