Season 2 Episode 3

Creeping like a collie stalking a sheep, Corsair kept his unblinking eyes on his sister, a lip pulling back in answer to her question but no words leaving his mouth. There wasn't a lot about the boy that wasn't business, and this scrap would be like any other, strange beast that he was. He marked his sister's defensive stance and his tipped ears turned forward, unperturbed. Focused.

Charging forward like only a herding dog would, the air full of growls and teeth snapping on air and fur, he was using the force of his charge and the broad, wooly expanse of his chest to try and get his sister on the backfoot. Unrefined, but intimidating if you weren't used to it (as his sister, she probably was though).

"speech"