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Floki's opponent was not pleased. While his foot was still off the ground, the male suddenly lunged towards him with snapping teeth. It did, indeed, throw Floki off balance -- but only briefly. He stumbled back, paws shifting to keep himself from falling. He was quick to recover, however, as fury rose within him. What had begun as an innocent interaction -- after all, Floki would have been happy to patrol alongside a new comrade -- had now spiraled into something entirely different.

He knew that if he sounded the alarm, Amekaze and Charon would both come to his aid. He was not willing to engage in a fight with this stranger -- he was nothing more than a subordinate, a newcomer to their ranks who was apparently too big for his own britches. Once Floki's stance was more solid, all four paws planted firmly, he drew himself up, hackles now standing in a broad ridge down his spine. He raised his head and pressed his ears forward, peeling his lips back from his teeth as he snarled; the sound was much different from the low rumble both males had issued earlier.

Stand down, his posture commanded, though inwardly his mind was racing and his heart thrummed wildly against his ribcage.