Marked to Die: Battle Training!

He was not a morning person... So when the howl ping ponged though his skull while the mist still was settled over the earth he allowed one verdant green eye to open and narrow. Mother fuckers. A low grumble would begin in his chest and rattle it's way up through his throat to clang against ivory teeth. This sound would not cease even as massive male would lift himself and stumble groggily out of his den. God damn. Mother fuckers... Jaws would gape, the disgruntled sound ceasing for a short time as he yawned, trying to dispel the weariness that still clawed at his mind but it did little to help so the male would simply set off towards the call at a less then enthusiastic pace. He came to the meeting as Hati was speaking, harshly singling out Cat and her daughter that Kylar had yet to meet. He would snicker, for once not speaking up in defence of is queen as he slithered closer to the gathering. He really didn't make a formal appearance until Narfi slunk onto the scene. He doubted Cat would participate so if there was to be a spar today he honestly wanted to see what his comrade had. Though he did not doubt the girl she was young and he wanted a little proof that she had what it took.

So the massive male would lumber onto the scene, head dipping to the two who had called the meeting, a wink thrown Cat's way before he moved towards Narfi and seated himself near her. "Partners?" He rumbled softly for her and her alone to hear. Normally he would not bother with these sorts of meetings, finding that they more messed with his style then helped him but hey. In a pack full of yearlings he really was curious as to what they could do.

Speech!