“ I am Tornadic Praetor! The howling wind! I go wherever I want!” He snarled. He paced back a few steps, his claws digging into the ground before he kicked off in a fierce charge, intending to throw all of his weight against the larger male’s neck and upper chest to bowl him over. His father was a bear slayer and he had every intention of carrying on that legacy, one oversized jerk at a time. He made sure to keep his back paws rooted as he rose up to knock the male over, his eyes narrowed and ears pinned, his hackles raised and his nose lifted as he bared his fangs. This guy was going down.
Distantly Tornadic took in his surroundings, if he fell, he would surely die, which would make the freak male the winner. He resolutely refused to let that happen, the rocks were slippery from the humidity and the rushing waters beneath them, he needed to keep his footing and keep an eye on how close he came to the edge.
