Fang Claw pelt- Lore/info
The ancient sparring triad of the colonies
âEvery creature of the wild learns FangâPeltâClaw before they can run a hunt. It is not a game, but a rhythm â the pulse of instinct made ritual.â
Long before colonies had dens and councils, disputes were settled through FangâPeltâClaw â a ritual spar meant to test wit and reflex without spilling blood.
Each stance mirrors a core instinct of survival:
Fang â the lunge, bold and decisive. It strikes first and hardest.
Pelt â the roll, defensive and adaptive. It endures and redirects.
Claw â the riposte, swift and cunning. It cuts where the foe least expects.
In the dance of the three, each conquers and yields in turn:
Fang breaks through Pelt.
Pelt slips past Claw.
Claw wounds Fang.
To the untrained eye, it looks like chance. To the wise, itâs the language of instinct â proof that even among fangs and fury, there is order in the wild.
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âListen close, kits. Out here, strength alone wonât keep you breathing. You need to read your foe. Thatâs what FangâPeltâClaw is for.â
âFang is your bite â bold and brutal. Pelt is your hide â soft, but it bends where others break. And Claw⌠Clawâs the strike that waits until your foeâs too proud to guard.â
âEach has its turn. Fang tears Pelt. Pelt dodges Claw. Claw cuts Fang. Itâs balance, like the seasons â one chasing the next.â
âRemember that, little ones. In the wild, even play teaches survival.â
âEvery creature of the wild learns FangâPeltâClaw before they can run a hunt. It is not a game, but a rhythm â the pulse of instinct made ritual.â
Long before colonies had dens and councils, disputes were settled through FangâPeltâClaw â a ritual spar meant to test wit and reflex without spilling blood.
Each stance mirrors a core instinct of survival:



In the dance of the three, each conquers and yields in turn:
Fang breaks through Pelt.
Pelt slips past Claw.
Claw wounds Fang.
To the untrained eye, it looks like chance. To the wise, itâs the language of instinct â proof that even among fangs and fury, there is order in the wild.
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âListen close, kits. Out here, strength alone wonât keep you breathing. You need to read your foe. Thatâs what FangâPeltâClaw is for.â
âFang is your bite â bold and brutal. Pelt is your hide â soft, but it bends where others break. And Claw⌠Clawâs the strike that waits until your foeâs too proud to guard.â
âEach has its turn. Fang tears Pelt. Pelt dodges Claw. Claw cuts Fang. Itâs balance, like the seasons â one chasing the next.â
âRemember that, little ones. In the wild, even play teaches survival.â