Hoshor Plains tsujigiri

The pack-beast is no-nonsense and cuts straight to the bone of it. His pack was lucky to have someone like him, someone whetted by ultra-competence, maybe no familial ties to soften his life or compromise his allegiance. Just a salaryman with sharp teeth.

No harm, he blurted out, eyeing the man's honed muscle, his towering height. I mean no harm. Gavrel had fancied himself a capable fighter with a penchant for bending the rules to his advantage, but he doubted that even this would stymie the man if it came to blows.

Is your Yellowstone recruiting?