Hati's pelt shifted restlessly as the alpha appeared with sharp words, but he remained silent. Akemi would little appreciate him interfering, no doubt, probably find it insulting. He did rumble approval at Akemi's bold reply to Cataleya's harsh tone. Always she'd been a bit of a spitfire. Always so certain of her decisions, always threw herself all in, no hanging back to complain like some of their siblings. A lot like he'd been as a kid, really, before Hroovitnir had really started "training" him. The thought dampened his mood a little, but what really threw the blanket on it was when Cataleya told her to spar him. Truthfully, he felt like his stomach dropped out. Spar Akemi? Gods, he was nearly half again bigger than she was, older and more experienced besides. Not to mention his issues... Sparring him was just asking to get hurt.
He'd have refused right out, walked away, had he not met Akemi's eyes. She'd probably hate him for it if he said no. Maybe that was a reason to do it right there, but he couldn't deny her. Never had been able to. So with a frustrated snarl he faced her, stance sliding into a fighting stance as he set his defenses - defenses he'd not long ago explained to his packmates. Weight centered, joints slightly bent, hackles bristled, shoulders rolled forward and head pulled back, lowered to his spine and tilted down. His eyes were slitted in frustration more than defense, his brow furrowed from worry, but they would both serve as defense. Ears pinned back and his toes dug into the dirt as his tail lashed level with his spine. If she was determined, he would do it, but he feared what would happen.
Round 0 of ?
"Speech"
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