Whitefish River gotta try harder, be better, do worse

The Constable was returning from his usual patrol along the borders. Wandering into the main camp to rest up a bit, eat a little to keep his energy levels up and see if the caches needed filling. Well, that was his original plan until he Dorian, and heard him, trying to get some attention. A challenge?

He smiled, approaching with a friendly posture. Is that a challenge I hear? A little dramatic, but when was the jester king not playful in any way? En garde! She cries out, lowering his front half just enough to make a quick play bow, to ensure that what was to happen was all fun and games and not malicious by any means.

What followed was the Constable rushing in with an open, "soft mouth" like bite with lips more or less covering his teeth except for tiny little tips of his canines as opposed to the peeled back ferocious snarl.