Hoshor Plains No one needs to hear your words...

A cocky grin was flashed towards him, and the pale sire reflected it on his own face in return. "You could say you caught me off guard, missy. I didn't know squirrels could hit so hard." Āzon returned the trade of childish teasing in good spirits, snickering softly to himself. The large woman would approach and Āzoniol let her, brushing sides with the fae as their own promise to meet again soon. He wouldn't want to miss out on a challenge from his new-found rival after all.

"You bet yer ass you'll see some improvement. Just you wait till we meet again next time..." he said with a competitive grin, standing up tall with his chin up — similarly to how the woman before him stood. Though even if he hadn't met Orlaith today, Ignis couldn't really afford to stop training if he wished to aid Polaris and her future pack.