It would be easy to say that Frith was proud of the opportunity to show Dutiron what he was worth, in the coming spar and with his daughter. He never wanted to start planning some action to make it possible to be with Novella should he have been shooed from the pack. He couldn't imagine leaving her alone with their children on the way, she was too special, their children were too special. Though he'd have to clear his mind of thoughts of her, Dutiron was ready to get started, even willing to allow him the first move. Instinctually he'd throw up his defenses, Hackles would raise as he narrowed his gaze and furrowed his brows. Shoulders rolled, his knees bent, and chocolate chin was tucked. He'd balance his weight upon all of his limbs as he opened his jaws, claws would grip into the earth as he pushed himself from the seated position. He'd wish to run at Dutiron, aiming to shove his left shoulder into Dutiron's broad left shoulder. While he aimed his teeth for the dusty marked cheek of his opponent.
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