The back paws of the giant beast propel his much smaller opponent away from him with little effort, coming to rest easily on the snow once more as the hybrid skids to a halt. A grin of satisfaction comes with the slight chortle, and Osiris is quite amused with this new plaything he has found himself in the snow of the North. His wolves would likely chide him for teasing the poor thing, but the great wolf felt that it was more of a lesson than a game. Surely, the large hybrid would enjoy every moment of it, but ultimately, he would not be walking away with a bruised ego on this cool night in the snow ladden fields of Helovia.

The massive hybrid begins to churn the snow under his hooves as he springs into motion, racing his body forward in a strange loping gait, watching with glowing golden eyes in the moonlight as the small figure of white is outlined by the small shadow cast against the fragile snow. The crunch of his paws, the unfamiliar scent which swirls in the frigid air. Osiris watches as the smaller wolf surges forth, unafraid. One ear cocks back uncertainly even as his charge remains, and it is only when the wolf prepares for a leap that the hybrid understands his purpose. Instead of bowing to his fate of having a puny little brat riding him like some damned pony, the great wolf almost mimics the movements of the other. Pushing off powerfully with his back end, the grey wolf leaps into the air as well.

The white cur might be able to jump high enough to land on Osiris's back while he was standing, but let us see how it fares against the hybrid's own.

Launching himself into the air, with the speed built up from his charge, Osiris's midsection rises easily. Instead of landing with grip upon his back, the Alaskan wolf's body collides with his barrel, jaw grappling with the wide girth of his ribs, unable to find a grip for being stretched so wide. There is little pain to be mentioned, or damage - like an overgrown fly buzzing about his skin. Hopefully he would just bounce off and not cause the massive brute more troubles by trying to save his failed plan now. Massive front paws land in the snow, the hybrid loping forward to keep from tripping over his own weight as his back paws meet the tundra as well.

[ WC: 418; 3/3 ]
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