bone apple teat

Tyrian would have been quite content to carry on with their lesson had Aryn not called him out. He simply couldn't let that go. Now for his pride's sake he had to commit to making it right. If they were pups he would have been compelled to drag her to the river and throw her in or make her eat mud...or something. But since they were adults he'd settle for chasing her down and wrestling her to the ground. "O-h ho, no, my dear." He brought a paw to his chest in chagrin and then pointed it at her accusingly. "If you'd let me I'd have just taken the loss, but now you've made it personal and I just," he wrinkled his nose in exaggerated disgust, "I just can't accept that, you know?" He dropped into another crouch, making it clear this was her last chance to run if that's how this going to go down. In truth Tyrian hoped she ran. That would be nice and easy. If she didn't he'd have to get creative in fixing the knock to his pride, which sounded like a lot of work to pull of just right, but he was committed now and he'd do what he had to. Aryn needed to pay in some small way before they could get to the hunting lesson.