Lion Head Mesa i found a catalyst for disaster in you

Murdock wagged his tail, a sheepish expression crossing his face. The boy was right, he supposed - he should've just asked. But he still wished the kid would've made the first move. Murdock rarely felt the need to attack other first, and so, his skills were at their finest when he started off on the defensive. Making the first move never worked out the way you wanted it to.

"Fair enough, pipsqueak," he shot back, baring his teeth in mock-threat. He made a feinting lunge toward the younger male, hoping he could still be goaded into making the first true strike.