Ouroboros Spine the dominant primordial beast

The red one answered for him while sneering in his direction, he ignored her. The bastard was used to worse back in his home pack, he'd gotten used to all the various insults thrown at him, the words did not cut him, nor the gestures and they did not mean anything to him. They bounced harmlessly off the armor he'd built around himself since a young age. The swarthy male watched as she made so settle nearer to the Alpha, noticing how she dismissed him, but he did not speak, instead continued to plod along, keen ears listening as she issued a challenge, saying she was certain she could take down three before he could taste the blood of one.

Arverk's ears flattened instinctively against his skull but otherwise, he made no move nor uttered any word. He was not an impulsive wolf, he had brains and his brains told him to wait for now. Tonravik then sidestepped, her brown gaze drifting from the red female to himself then the black bear moved before them and issued a single command which he was more than happy to oblige. Not harming the other would be hard, but Arverk would obey their leader's command, the discipline the Romans hammered into him would never truly leave.

The black whale set his defenses, his ears already flattened against his skull, snout dipped to protect his vulnerable throat, blue eyes observing her calmly, inviting her to make the first move.