No relief

*Malalia* · (This post was last modified: 05-09-2020, 01:35 AM by Malalia.)

"Wouldn't it?" she whispered back. With a grin, she returned to her normal voice. "Maybe we can even come up with some sort of prize, too. Like.... losing side gets lunch, or something. ....Orrrrrr! They have to find a fresh cowpie and roll around in it." Okay, maybe that was a little much... but wouldn't that be hilarious?

Mort's answer to her question was not unexpected. Honestly, the younger wolf had been more honest than she had been. The yearling loved to fight, and win... and she had also loved the light in her mother's eyes when she'd seen Mal's progress for herself. It had been the most exhilarating thing, not to perfect her skills for herself, but making her dama proud in the process.

She could also understand the urge to be involved. Getting a good chunk of the pack involved was a lot more exciting than these one-off spars she'd been having. It was another chance to get to know everyone a bit better. Her old pack had been close-knit... but then again, she'd lived with them for her entire life up until that point. Above all else, though, she was glad to hear that it wasn't all familial obligation, that Mortis wanted to fight.

Malalia couldn't hold back a snort at the mention of his brother, though. "Those are good reasons. But trust me, you'll keep up. Your brother...." Your brother is a spoiled, evil little bastard who has no business being in charge of anyone. She closed her eyes against the moonlight, and smiled. "Heee's a little... mean. I wouldn't worry about what he does or doesn't do... though, I can get why you wanna keep up. Competing must be tough, huh?" Mal gave a shrug. "In my old pack, my brother would have been heir simply because he was the oldest of the litter, and that was that. Works differently here, I guess. Still seems like a lot of work to me." She herself had no aspirations to lead. Of course, had Azure been the oldest and they employed the same system.... She didn't wanna think about it.

Malalia brightened at the praise. "Ah, but you're still a kid — no offense," she deadpanned, stretching out a paw to poke him in the middle of the forehead. "You're not supposed to win, yet. Hopefully I won't ruin my streak against you in the future, but hey. In a year or so, you'll be even bigger, and plenty of practice under your pelt. I might have my paws full when we spar."

"Speech"

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