Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

Permission to power play Arverk granted.

Sending the whale wobbling away, he curved around to snap at him. Teeth combed bistre fur but Arverk did not find purchase. Stepping away from the contender's wrathful orifice, Tatsuya shared in Arverk's guarded look. Tail brushing hocks, the wolverine rushed him as he has done many times before but the whale anticipated him, moving to put distance between the two of them. Tatsuya cursed under his breath, maw open, salmon tongue peeking out. They were both getting less heated now as the battle dragged on. Tatsuya had wanted to spar and Arverk sure as hell delivered. But now their tussle has reached the point where it was nearing its end, the victor obvious.
INDENTTatsuya did not much care for gloating. Specially in the face of a recently acquainted pack mate. Later on down the road perhaps the Zeta would rub this triumph in Arverk's face. To enrage, to propel, to cause words to stumble out of that mouth. He has seen much of Arverk's stoic side during this encounter, sprinkled with bits of frustration and choler. Tatsuya wanted more, needed more...but the others distance was understandable. Tatsuya's desires – not so much.
INDENTThe downpour has lessened and with it, so has Tatsuya's spirit to fight. Engage the whale he would not. If Arverk wished to initiate, Tatsuya would respond in kind if only because it was the proper thing to do. Come at me then. We're not getting any younger.
INDENTThe whale detected Tatsuya's temperament, the will to fight evaporating. Thus the tension left him as well, skin going lax where it was once tight. Arverk's slackness was enough to make the Zeta plop down in an unceremonious sit. The sound of twining grasses and wetness was loud in their ears, a chilly current of air brushing up against Arverk's statue-like form. The late assassin approached, a flair of dominance tempered by comradery showing through his pace, his tail, his elevated head. Tatsuya did not bristle as the sight but neither did he contend the Epsilon, too bushed and content.
INDENT“Arverk,” the other intoned, stumping Tatsuya. The confusion showed on his face. “My name.” Oh! That's right! He had asked – no, demanded the other to identify himself. The Zeta has proven himself to the Zeta...at least enough to give his name.
INDENT“Kapvik.” His other calling did not even cross his mind. Perhaps some other time he would tell Arverk, but as of right now he was drawn into muteness by the whale's encroaching form. Arverk brushed past him in sociably. Tatsuya gave him a tiny nip on the back in reply. They shared a simple exchange of tongueless sentiment; Nice spar, the wolverine conveyed. Yeah, the whale agreed.
INDENTWatching the undulating form of his associate depart, Tatsuya tiredly went on his way too. First he would get something to drink, then finish the day off with some more patrols. All around a good day.