Redtail Rise cutting

Relic's response to his cousins challenge was immediate. He had been willing to give him the chance to play nice and back down. Now, that was out the window.

Up close, he was an intimidating beast. The two shallow crescent marks from the coyotes teeth showed beneath the pale fur of his cheek. Badges he wore proudly. His proof of bloodshed was right there. Where then, was Ancelin's?

The razored fur of his nape flared into full blown hackles. His tail lifted, standing stiff and lashing with pent up male aggression. As far as he was concerned, he was superior. He had seen the battle field. He was older, and ranked as an adult. And, he was Avicus's first born, true blood son.

Like hell some absent cousin of his would come waltzing in and push him around! His snarl boomed, refined fangs brandished with strings of saliva stretched from tooth to gum. His corded body was tense, legs stiff and his throat protected. Relic stood tall, rolling his shoulders forward. Jaws snapped, clacking harshly on empty air. It was all show, for now. He would be the bigger man and not initiate first contact. Avicus would not be pleased if he did. His message was clear; back down.