Bad llama

He was bored. And so to try to cure his boredom, he followed Tyrian out to the orchard. He wasn't spying on him by any means, but he wanted to talk to him about what he could do about training. He had won some of his fights, but he was pissed he had lost against a yearling from Abaven! Not that he'd ever mention that to his pack because...well...they'd probably laugh at him. He remembered the fight he had with Valdis and Theory though, and since Valdis had won that fight, he was determined to try and get on her level. He hadn't seen Tyrian fight, but it seemed fate would show him today because as he continued to follow after him, he heard the yowling of something up ahead.

Ares hurried to see what was going on, and just as he broke through the trees, he saw Tyrian latched onto the hind leg of a puma. He watched them go back and forth for a moment like some weird game of tug-of-war and decided what the hell, might as well help him bring that cat out of the tree. He ran towards them, eyes focused on the feline. Just as it twisted around to attack Tyrian, Ares managed to reach it in time with a headbutt, the large beast using all his weight to send it freefalling to the ground with a hard thud. "Havin' fun without me?"

"Speech"