Redhawk Caldera Take me on

Elwood lunged forward in his attempt to headbutt Fitz, but his fatigue caused his aim to be poor. On top of that, his opponent used his paw to push him away, and even just that swatting motion was enough to send Elwood to the ground. Had this been a real spar, he likely would have put up more of a fight, but this was all in fun.

He landed on his side and promptly rolled over onto his back, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he looked up at FitzDutiful. He was all but waving the white flag with his belly exposed, and he grinned as FitzDutiful, too, collapsed to the floor. Technically, this now made two spars that he had lost -- but he wasn't keeping count. Now, if this became a trend...he would perhaps start to reconsider if he was cut out to be a warrior.

"The caldera will be totally safe with you guarding it," he said, glad to know that another packmate could soon officially earn the title of warden. "I challenge you to a rematch...on another day, when we've had time to recover," he joked.