Lord have mercy on us all

Who wants their first fight lesson? Violet eyes zero in on Gilgamesh with that unsettling collie focus. Yes! his gaze screams as his lips pull tight and the fur south of his mane rises in response. Dexterous digits paw at the earth, the only movement he allows himself to work off any of the pent up energy. Inside his head he's ready to vibrate right out of his skin, outside, he's all preternatural stillness. The calm before the storm.

With all the speed and awkwardness of a mongrel pup he darts forward, body couched and lunges to snap at the thick white fur on his father's chest, just beside the gnarly scar... wow that was cool, he'd have to ask him about it one day. But there was no time for pondering, only fighting (with his needle like puppy teeth and unsettling collie stare).

"speech"