Emberwood The die is cast.

did we say no on dice sparring or what? o:

The lashing of her tail briefly caught the attention of Dovev's glassy eyes, letting Basilie's sharp words wash over him. The male had become oddly still, orbs staring past her as his mouth rearranged itself into a thin line, the former laugh lines smoothing out under his plaster fur.

It was that moment he leapt, aiming to close the grassy space between the two wolves and find his teeth securely latched onto the charcoal and white female's pelt. Dovev's mouth was twisted into a snarl in mid-leap, paws securely finding the ground as he landed.

That price will be in blood, he growled. Perhaps the attack seemed a little pointless to her, providing that she didn't know the background that Bypass had on Dovev and his pack. But if the female didn't even know his name, then that would be one more layer to his deception. Even if he did carry a rather conspicuous physique.