Jij would slide and tauten a smirk across his muzzle, his frost fur-covered eyes slitting as the six foot six inches, three hundred pound sapsali mix anthro began to raise his fists up in a brawler’s stance.

He only wore pink short shorts that stuck to his big, muscular furry thighs, and his dog tags jingled around his collarbone.

Not too wide, not too slanted; more square.

“원한다면 첫 번째 타격 후에 그만둘 수도 있어요.”

Geun after that would crack both of his paws’ pairs of knuckles, beckoning the other to near.