Bearclaw Valley [SPAR] through this we go

cole rolls a 15 for defense, dodge! he rolls a 4 for attack

Cole’s paws shuffled in a hurried rhythm, his body moving with a grace that belied his rugged build. The moment Ancelin lunged, Cole’s instincts took over, and he sidestepped with a sharp pivot, the movement fluid but just close enough to feel the rush of air from the missed attack.

Close, but not close enough, boss, he drawled, his southern accent tinged with a hint of playful defiance, a grin pulling at his maw despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Without giving Ancelin a moment to regroup, Cole surged forward, muscles coiled and ready. His head dipped low as he aimed a feint toward Ancelin’s side, only to shift at the last second and swing upward with his broad shoulder, attempting to catch the other wolf off balance.

He didn’t pause to see if the move landed, his amber eyes locked on Ancelin with a gleam of determination. This wasn’t just a spar—it was a chance to prove himself against a leader he respected.

sorry for the wait!