Haunted Wood You Never Know

Dice Roll

Santi barks out a short fit of rumbling laughter at the others eagerness to fight and gets himself into his own position of readiness.

“If you wanted to be under me so bad, why didn’t you just ask?” He teases the chocolate male with a wicked smirk. Those porcelain eyes staring intently at the other awaiting his next move.

When Memory does his first attack Santi isn’t surprised when the male bites his front legs. That doesn’t stop the fact that when he bites at his front legs it hurts, so he prances back. Then, snatching his front paws up in the air from the onslaught of attacks, the monochromatic wolf bares down a rough paw onto the others face. The appendage hitting the other male is basically a punch to the face, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to to distract.

After the distraction, he tucks his chin to go in for a headbut but it seems the paw to the face isn’t enough to be able to get the jump on him. He misses the hit.