Broken Boulder haven't seen you much of late

Sparring like this, the boy found he actually enjoyed the activity. It was almost like the play he and his sister had enjoyed. Many moons had passed since then. There was no fear, no need for submission.

"Like this?" The coydog moved as if to show him but didn't get the chance as blueeyes shoved him off of the shoulder. Still, he was proud of his achievement.

A thought crossed his mind, if the red man were battling him for real then the yearling would probably be laying dead by now.

Once he regained his footing, deep snarl shaking his entire body he leapt forward to snap at the mountain of a man's tail, attempting to grasp it so that his attention would be turned to where he needed it.