The minute she danced out of his grasp, Katsu wondered what the hell he had been thinking. It still rankled him that she had so easily evaded his attempt to pin her down, but now that his initial shock had worn off, he acted less on instinct. He had to conduct himself properly. Everywhere he went, he represented Tojo-Kai. It was of utmost importance that he didn't make a fool of himself - or attack any strangers, thus bringing some distant ire to his father's doorstep. Her lilting laugh brought him back down to earth.
She wasn't afraid. She was enjoying this. Good. Less chance she'll go tattling on me.
Katsu blinked in shock, shifting awkwardly from paw to paw as she teased him. He wasn't used to sparring with someone who wasn't from his pack, and frankly, less used to interacting with someone who wasn't one of his ten other siblings. But her words rang true - one surefire way to keep the prickling, icy cold at bay was to keep moving, and he'd stood still for far too long underneath the scrappy tree. "F-fire, yeah - " And then she darted forward, slapping him clear across the face before he could get his bearings again. Another growl erupted from him, a reflex he wasn't used to. The noise sounded rough from disuse. This was... a game for her. He was certain of it.
"I'll show you fire," he hissed, a people-pleaser until the end. Katsu curled his lip in a silent snarl and lurched towards her, limbs still stiff from the cold. With each step he could feel his blood moving, a prickling sensation as feeling returned to his limbs. It felt like he was on fire. He wasn't very swift, but he was huge and built like a tank. Covered in dried gore and with his slick, bright red mane running down his neck, he cut an imposing figure. Katsurō darted forward in an attempt to grab her back left leg out from underneath her, flipping her to the ground if he got his jaws around it.
