Dawnlark Plains Weak he was, Stronger he is

Warbone had only been present for about a minute or so, but he was already highly amused by Esaro's antics, who he had noticed from a ways off, and had approached with the intent of attacking him. Not seriously, of course, but in a testing manner— wanting to gauge what type of practice he had participated in since their first and last encounter— as was his want. His mind had changed by the time he had reached the freshly-wet wolf, and he padded to the creek's edge without a hardened muscle in his body. Instead he stood there, eying the dripping wolf's backside in amusement; or as entertained a male without a smile can appear.

"You are a strange wolf," he purred, tone mingling between assertive and charmed. "Esaro."