Golden Glade After Midnight (3/5)

It took a moment for Sylvas to follow, and Alder wasn't sure if it was hesitance out of rank or pure confusion, but as the brown male bounded the Kings way, the ginger and cream male barked happily into the night. They sprinted a few lengths before another growl sounded from the Pryor's chest, playful but challenging -- it was the only warning given before Alder swung his body around, momentarily stopping before swinging a massive paw right for the Gentry's face. His own masked maw was alight with a grin, blue eye sparkling in delight at the sudden spar.