Fight at First Light

Atreus heard pawsteps approaching as he blinked slowly at the rising sun, and he rolled his head to the side lazily to see his sister, as he'd expected. He lifted his lip in a half smile that didn't quite touch his eyes, even for her. "I sure hope you'll try, sister," he rumbled with amusement. "I haven't been keeping up with sparring. I'd hoped you might oblige me? I feel like I need a challenge." While Tethys didn't share his mutations, she was every inch as large as he was and extremely competitive, so he had no doubt she'd do whatever she could to beat him, not just keep up with him, and give him the real challenge he craved.

Stretching, he slowly trotted into a further training ring to give his muscles time to warm up after sitting in the cold, before turning to face her. He rolled his shoulders, then half-grinned at her again, a predator's smile, and gestured for her to come at him.