He was sleek rather than bulky, but his shoulder muscles stopped him from being delicate. Solitaire might not be built to endure for long lengths of time, but taking things down hard and fast was where he stood in all of that. His fur was thick and fluffy, making the playing field on that matter even enough. It would take a mouthful of fur to get to the skin, and Solitaire was thankful for that fact. He might not be primed for any kind of battle or offense, but he had some defence on his side and that was what he had counted on as a youngster. Being able to wiggle from a grasp that often only got fur rather than flesh due to his speed and the fact that he hadn't been trying to hit back. He doubted it would be so easy in a real fight, and he wasn't sure if he'd do well.

Still, he would try his best regardless, because he could only get better, right? Had no place to go but up. So with that in mind, he listened to Sinclair attentively, eyeing the look of the other male and how it might be to try and take him down. Also on the sleek side, but a little shorter, little heavier, and a bigger ribcage. So endurance rather than speed, but still with the shoulders for strength. This was going to be something. Not easy, he would bet, but Solitaire needed to learn how. Solitaire wasn't sure what it was meant by being lucky, but if it was because he lacked training and had survived this long than yes, he would have to agree with that statement. He was lucky that he hadn't been attacked by someone else in the years he had wandered about. He'd kept to himself for more reasons than one.

Start a fight with him. Solitaire looked a little uncertain on that, but if this is how he was suppost to start learning, then he would have to get to it. He tried to remember all the things he had seen being done by other wolves, but he was certain he'd forget something. He took a deep breath to settle himself (and frayed nerves!), and scrunched his neck. He tucked his chin down, jaws opening to be ready to snap, legs slightly bent in preperation to move in whichever way he would have to. Ears folded back and down, tail held out behind him but not up or where it was easily to be grasped. He pushed his shoulders forward a little, and sprung towards Sinclair, moving in a semi-circle and attempting to grab Sinclair's lower right hindleg and pull if he could, wanting to use it to unbalance the male before shifting weight to his own right side and pivoting (to be side by side, facing front). Using the motion in hopes to slam his left shoulder into Sinclair's right side (and ribcage) while still upholding his defenses as best as he could.


[ male ] [ six ] [ unmated ] [ imprint; striker ] [ glorall ]