Reawakening

good spar!! i'm going to bed now <3

With all of his defenses erected - ears flat, single eye narrowed and tail poised to retreat between his hind legs should she lunge for it - Raheerah was ready to see her fly at him with teeth bared. But instead she erased the snarl from her visage and eased back onto her haunches, signalling the end of the spar. The monster followed, straightening up. He strode towards her, closing the distance between them and leaving a few good feet before he halted. "Yoou wiiill bee fiighting moore ooffteennn. Thhe Vaaale willl ruuunnn aas ruuthless waarriors. To bee feeared. Reeveered." He snorted, though it was more of a warning; he had great plans for the pack nestled in their paradise, and he intended to follow them through.

All he needed was bodies willing to participate, but once the change in the Vale's leadership reached the ears of the Wilds' other inhabitants, he was sure it would sufficiently pique their curiosity. "Yoou wiiill be fiightiinng for moorre thaan foood." Raheerah added, glancing aside. That may be what scavengers would cross their borders for, and they would extinguish them one by one; but his intentions lay beyond the protection of their tangible possessions. He craved to leave an impression. To make a dent in the corrupted existence that was this species - for them to remember his name, and his warriors. Forever.