Redsand Canyon Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

They spat venom at eachother.
Yearlings.

This new kid wanted to fight her, he could tell, but Hela was pushing him for it. She wanted him to attack her.
She was pushing all the right buttons.
And so Derg had a decision to make. Which one should he put into place?
Hela was already in the ranks, which should mean she should cooperate as and when. This Valour was new. And reacted rather than brushed off the biting words.
He said he would stand under Donovan, but would he stand under Hela, who has the higher rank?

He'd heard enough garble.
Derg stalked over to Hela with a soft show of his teeth and a half-hearted snap, telling her back down as he continued to Valour.
If he wanted to join, he'd have to show he could submit.
He rose up, pushing his forepaws against the yearling's shoulders, giving him the opportunity to submit himself rather than be shoved down; a soft taking of the scruff ensured his attempts, should Valour not try and buck him off already.
Where Derg was fair, Donovan was expected to be harsh and relentless.