Sawtooth Spire Take your place among the sky

Kapvik's words and actions were misinterpreted, it seems. The wolverine wanted nothing more than to spar with Savik; see where his strengths and weaknesses lie in battle. Instead, he took Kapvik's sweetener in the literal sense. Oh boy. Did he not get the point across well enough? Need he elaborate more? Expression shifting to one of amusement, the (imitative) violent air dispersed with a drawn-out waft of his tail. So much for that approach.
INDENT“You could have asked if we're a tight knit group.” Unless your meaning of warrior translates to “a tight knit group.” Which it doesn't. “We work together well enough...although our recent hunts have been unsuccessful.” But that had nothing to do with their cohesiveness as a pack. Everything could go according to plan and the quarry still slips away. Somberly he looked down, lips pursed together. “We have young to feed as well.” Kapvik allowed the direful situation to weigh upon Savik. Evidently, a pack is never without its fair share of hurdles.