Firefly Glen Love is with your brother (thou shall not kill)

A direct challenge then. Well so be it. Green eyes flashed in delight and an impish smile curled around his maw. One thing, Alaric had learned early one was how to do what delighted the senses and ensnared those who would look on. He was a story teller. So he put all his prowess of that skill into the interpretive dance that would turn to fight he'd wager into it.

I be the stag moving in the forest. Was his reply and he mimicked the movements. But he arched his neck and swung his tail. Narrowed eyes to look far and beyond. Stalked behind the females and the other males watchful. Ever the guardian of the forest.

Then his smile grew predatory and he went from a smooth legged walk, with head held high to a low crouching, belly crawling slink. Be the wolf that will follow.

He stalked towards Chakliux, dancing around and through. Claws to waver against sides and then retreat. Teeth gnashing. Tell a story with his body, with his words. With his soul. It was do or die and he aimed to commit to the story.

Who be the beast that stalks and climbs, sleeps upon winter's eventide.

he mimicked a bear. The great loping slide. The nose sticking into trees and burrows. And gave a great roar.