Moonspear halfway to a donut

The beast snorted deeply, a sly grin spreading across half his face in a lopsided display of amusement, if one could call it that. There was the small creature murmuring something about tutelage which was hardly his purpose, least of all the purpose of his summons. Without another word he turned away from the smaller canine and focused on the gray man who had arrived - the stranger from the border. He would be good enough. He had been good enough for Amekaze, so he would be suitable enough.

You - Scorp, Lazarus called out, and then stepped with an odd precision towards the grizzled newcomber. Come, test your mettle with me. Perhaps by watching the smaller wolf would learn some things, but at this point it was of no concern to Lazarus. He only cared to showcase his own prowess. Having stated this he lowered his head to protect his throat, and squared his broad shoulders, wondering if the newcomer would take the challenge or hang back.