Dynasties and Dystopia

As the sound of paws approached, his green eyes flickered with a mix of analysis and stoic anticipation. The arrival of the newcomer, a not-wolf with a confident stride, did not go unnoticed. Her soft smile and nod of greeting were overlooked in favor of taking in her features. She was wolf-like, but she was almost on stilts; still dwarfed by him nonetheless.

His sizing her up went by quickly, noting the blend of amiability and readiness in her stance. She was no stranger to combat, that much was clear. Her words echoed in his mind, a challenge wrapped in a friendly demeanor. Caedes's lips curled into a predatory grin, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. A deep, resonant growl that seemed to vibrate through the air was his only response. He did not want to talk.

He moved with a grace unnatural for a creature his size, each step deliberate and powerful. His muscles rippled beneath his sleek, dark fur as he began to circle her, eyes locked onto her every move. The battlefield felt alive with the promise of conflict, the air thick with tension. He wanted her to make the first move.