Redsand Canyon prolix

He had become so swept up in the conversation, he had forgotten why Germanicus had originally called him here. Oh, right, his face said as he quickly assumed a battle stance.

He took a moment to reflect on what he’d learned about sparring so far, his forepaws braced in the clay of the pit. It was packed down hard by many paws over the course of many fights, he imagined.

Slower than was probably desired, he decided on a tactic. Sometimes feints were the way to go, though Atreus wasn’t as clever or as swift as he would like to be to pull those off. Instead, he opted for the plainest method of attack: head-on.

Moving as quickly as he could, he dropped his forelimbs slightly and then sprang, jaws snapping right at Germanicus’s muzzle.