Lost Creek Hollow no good deed

finally fuckin responds to this

terance was close, but no cigar. as fast as he moves forwards with his attack, he finds himself weaving away as the man opposite of him gives a strike of his own. the dark alpha avoids it narrowly, catching only the dull umpf of teeth against a thick shoulder. this was a spar-- nothing was meant to hurt or maim. terance remembered this easily, and it seemed his partner would too. 

this time, terance backed up, catching himself and putting himself on the defensive once again. he circled, tail steady, ears angled forwards. his posture begged the challenge-- come at me.