Fox's Glade Pumpkin Pie Time

@Arion

Kivi had passed through the meadow and found something similar to it, but this clearing was a bit less flowery. It was still to much of a girly area for Kivi and some of the flower's bothered her nose. Besides the bees that lived in the clearing were even worse than the flowers, and the wolfess didn't feel like being stung today.

The female had realised that she had been through a good amount of fights while she was in these wilds, so why not add another. All fights would benifit her somehow, even if she lost them. Now all she needed was someone to spar with and so the first unlucky person she came across would face some serious pain.

Arion had set his mind on the warrior trade, hoping that this achievement would give Saena enough proof that he was loyal to the pack. Seriously though, wasn't the constant boring patrolling and the never ending hunting for the pack enough? He did not do as much work in Nova Peak, and he had only shown so much commitment to a pack twice in his life, once to Cerberus's Pavilion, his natal pack and the other was Redtail Rise. Arion was patient, for now, and he knew if he stayed long enough and earned her trust, he would rise easily up the ranks.

Wanderlust took hold of him that day, and with one look back at the Rise, he left but he would make sure this trip would not take too long. He was needed back home after all. Arion did not know how much time had passed before he arrived at a clearing, it was a pretty sight but it had no use to the warrior. Harsh, icy glaciers sounded more interesting than girly flowers. Nothing had come out of this journey at all, and so with an inaudible sigh, he turned to leave.

Until the stallion's nose caught a stranger's scent, a female, someone he had not seen before and he trotted towards her, staying a distance away and observed her with honey golden eyes.

Kivi's eyes landed on a stranger. A male, who would be the perfect wolf to fight against. The wolfess had a stratagy, however she was unsure if it would work in her favor. Kivi pranced towards the stranger, tail wagging and a smile on her face. Her plan was vey simple, get him to think she is weak and then attack when he least expects it. The female dropped the front part of her body and stuck her butt up in the air to get into a playful position. "Fight me" Kivi yipped at the male.

It disgusted the wolfess how she had to act like a child to just get and advantage in fighting. Kivi stood up and jogged a few feet away and got back into her original playful position. Look for his weak spot she said in her mind and began to look over the male. Did he have any current wounds? Was he limping? Did he have a disability? Anything that made him weak could work in Kivi's favor, and she was determined to find his weak spot.

The female was draped in a coat of a variety of browns and adorned with eyes of honey, similar to his own, but a much lighter shade. Arion did not speak, instead observed her stoically as she pranced towards him, tail wagging and a large smile spreading across her maw. Then she lowered the front part of her body, her butt sticking up into the air, shifting into a playful position and said two words, asking him to fight her. Was she serious? She was asking a complete stranger to fight her? It seemed a bit suspicious to the greek, it had to be some kind of trick.

Growing up, Arion had always been a suspicious wolf, building strong walls around him, walls that were extremely hard to break down. He trained himself to spot tricks, spot the holes in the walls, spot the weakness in his enemies, in the prey, and so it was natural for him to be suspicious about the female. But boredom was washing over him, and fighting had always been a way for him to think and allow him to still be able to function well without the extract.

Then the female moved backwards before shifting into her previous position once more. She reminded the chocolate warrior ever so slightly of his sister and so it was only after he spoke, did he realize he had slipped into his native tongue of greek. "Δεν ξέρετε, όμως με ρωτάτε να σας πολεμήσουν. Είναι βλακώδες ακόμα ύποπτο ταυτόχρονα."

Tilting his head slightly, the greek spoke, this time in English. "Don't you think this is suspicious?"

Kick frowned when the male did not fall so easily into her trap as she would have wanted him to. He seemed suspicious, and that was nothing that got in the way of her having an advantage in the fight she was looking for. The wolfess stood normally and took a few steps near the stranger when he spoke a different language, one she had actually heard before. Kivi remembered a wolf speaking that language and the female opened her mouth to say something when she remembered she wanted to fight him, not chat.

"No, what are you afraid a girl is going to kick your ass" she teased and got back in her playful position like before. If the male attacked this sime like she wanted him to, Kivi would have to watch his body language. If it seemed he was extremely aggressive she would know he was serious. If he attacked and seemed playful, then Kivi would just have fun with him. She glared at him almost like she was challenging him with her eyes. If he wouldn't attack, then she would charge at him.

@Kivi spar thread here: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9470

The girl replied in a casual manner, teasing him. Arion was still suspicious though, it was in his nature, and even though he desperately wanted to fight as sparring helped clear his head and stopped the boredom from swarming through his brain like a virus. The chocolate warrior did not speak but allowed his honey gaze to analyze the female in front of him, a stoic look placed firmly over his features.

"No, I'm afraid that I'll kick yours too hard," Arion said with a roll of his eyes, although a playful, crooked, rather mischievous smile touched his chiseled features and he approached with a light footed grace but kept a good distance of two meters between them. He tucked his snout to protect his throat, although he did this only because it was the move that had been drilled into him by his father, he flattened his ears and pulled his lips back in a playful snarl.

The ebony dusted warrior charged then, feinting a gentle strike to her left forepaw before jerking up and attempting to close his jaws around her shoulders but was careful not to break through skin, showing his intention of only having a playful fight. But if she attacked with force, teeth and claws, Arion would have no problem biting her with full force.