we do talk about fight club

An ear tipped to register his mother's comments as the two circled each other once again. The dog was being more cautious this time, but so was he. The two scrabbled and scrapped with no clear winner coming out on top but it was good fun all the same. While he was driven by a desire to be the best, he wouldn't let it sour his mood in this moment. His siblings seemed to hold their own okay. Maybe it was in their blood, maybe it was something else. Before too long he'd have to consider getting some companions of his own. Looking around the gathering, he allowed himself to begin to formulate a plan.

"speech"