Can you tell me what they all died of?

There was a history of battle in Bone’s past, both of individual quarrels for dominance and of wars. He was well suited to such work as battle required, but even he, who enjoyed fighting, was sickened with grief when he remembered his kin that died for the pack. Coszcotl’s words had brought up a painful stone in his heart. Apparently the two of them had come from very similar homelands. Bones didn’t know who Mictlan was, but he concluded that it was some divine creature of death because of the contex. So, Coszcotl was a spiritual wolf? If Bones had been a young lad, he might have tried to infuriate his opponent by insulting his faith, but Bones had grown into a more respectful fellow than that, and he only ignored the warning.

What was this talk of death, anyways? This was a scuffle of dominance, not of life. What did he think Bones would do if he won? Abuse the wolves that lived here? Well… he might… just a little. Still, Bones had no intention of killing anyone today. This sort of battle was common where Bones was from and even bordered on sacred. It was a test of the wolf being challenged. Who ever won had proven themselves worthy of the respect and submission of the wolf who was defeated. However, Coszcotl had changed Bone’s mindset, and maybe not for the better. Bones had been after submission before and now, it was clear he would have to attempt annihilation if he wanted to truly test the male.

Although Coszcotl hid any shortcomings, he allowed Bones to glimpse the practiced warrior that he was. He expertly controlled the situation by executing the best possible response to Bones’ circling. Coszcotl would be a difficult wolf to fell, though the thought of having met a skilled opponent excited Bones. Now, it wasn’t only a test of this alpha, but also of his personal expertise. A fight that could turn either direction was more valuable of a victory for the victor. They would have truly earned their success and that was much more satisfying than winning a landslide. The realization made Bones tail twitch eagerly, and his eyes flashed with the determination to win. He would like to add such a fine warrior to his list of defeated because it was a triumph he could truly brag about. Having found the fire to fight, and drawn the information he could from his circling, it was time to move this quarrel forward.

Bones circle ended within a second or two when clearly Coszcotl couldn’t be taunted into action. It was time to force Coszcotl into attacking, then. Bones lunged forwards at Coszcotl’s front. His jaw snapped down with terrible force at his foe’s muzzle. Let me break your nose or bloody your face, Bones thought. If his action succeeded, he would attempt to drive Coszcotl around in a tight spin to keep the wolf off balance while he strove to twist the muzzle out of shape. If he missed his opponent’s muzzle, then Bone’s was going for an eye or throat, which would depend on the direction Coszcotl chose to dodge. While, hopefully, Coszcotl’s focus was on saving his face, Bones swatted mercilessly at Coszcolt’s paws to trip him or at the very least, prevent significant movement. Immobilizing an enemy was important to Bones, who was powerful, but not fast. A more agile wolf could out maneuver him and if he didn’t establish close ranged combat quickly and forcefully it was likely a long ranged battle would result in an extensive stalemate.


[OOC: Perfect! So, just to clarify. Outline:

Attacks 1&2 (bones - this post)
Dodge 1&2, Attacks 1&2 (coza)
Dodge 1&2, Attacks 3&4 (bones)
Dodge 3&4, Attacks 3&4 (coza)
Dodge 3&4 & lose (bones)

Hopefully correct?]

I’d say these people killed each other.

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