The afternoon tournament had been a spectacle of power and skill, but it was the final battle that kept everyone on edge. In one corner of the arena stood a massive brown wolf, his fur a deep, rich chocolate that shimmered under the sunlight. He was a formidable force, muscles rippling beneath his coat as he sized up his opponent. Across from him stood a sleek, merle wolf with eyes as blue as the summer sky. Her fur was a blend of grays and silvers, with darker streaks marking her sleek form. The crowd could feel the intensity in the air as both wolves circled each other, waiting for the first move.