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Farstep watched the exchange, his tail flicking to and fro like a cat's. He wasn't surprised to see Anwyl hold his ground and was even quite pleased by the yearling male's actions. Anwyl had stood down willingly to both himself and Terich-mir, and while that was good for the pack, it hadn't done much to paint the youth in an ambitious light. Seeing him now holding his own was comforting to Farstep, who now knew that Anwyl wouldn't be a total pushover when it came down to it.

He believed Jhala to be an asset, however, and he turned his gaze keenly to her now. He was surprised to find her eyes had narrowed. Ordinarily it was a sign of deference, and Farstep was perplexed. But she growled and stood taller, and Farstep's gaze nearly went back to Anwyl to gauge his reaction when the girl charged at her challenger.

Anxiety came next. What was she doing? Farstep lifted his body into a half-stand, watching tensely as the challenge turned physical, skipping the intimidation phase altogether. His eyes darted between them nervously, watchful for any sign of foul play.