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Tyrian was quickly getting lost in thought as he roamed the barren stretch. With nothing to look at it was an easy thing to do. Except for that one crazy, wild-ass woman Fireside had never really had a problem with trespassers so it wasn't like he had a history of breaches to keep him focused. The one outsider he was expecting didn't really strike him as the leap-from-the-bushes type so why would he even take that into consideration? Nah, now was the perfect time to think about the days ahead and the changes he wanted to enact.

He paused to roll a crick out of his neck and then glanced deeper into the territory as the distant sound of bleating reached his ears. Tyrian had just enough time to start considering what the sound meant when he was blindsided by a streak of grey. There was no time for tensing and snapping, no chance to put together a solid defense. Instead all he managed was a startled, "Shit fuck-" while side-stepping and then a wild, heavy handed swat at the plush grey blob enveloping his neck and blocking his view. After that brief second of startle his training kicked in and Tyrian snarled, ready to tear into his attacker. Then it finally clicked.

"Aryn?" Tyrian recoiled, his pride momentarily tarnished, and then he quickly went into salvage mode. His expression smoothed and he nodded to himself before casting a sly look her way as though he hadn't nearly pissed himself. "Not bad." He swatted at her legs in the hopes of flipping her to the ground. "Might want to save the pouncing for something's that not gonna fight back, though. Unless," he dropped into a crouch, his eyes on her and his intent to pounce quite clear. "You want a fight lesson as well."