Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

Grayday had been watching the various matches as closely as he could, but much of it was lost on the man. When he was in close quarters with another, he could sense their movements well enough, but simply watching was not a good way to keep track of the situation. Still, he could tell when Sunny lost, and chortled heartily at his words.

"I think you'd better worry about me hurting you," he teased with a challenging growl, barrelling toward his son with intent to tackle. The male hit his mark and was able to jar his son somewhat, although not quite as much as he'd wished. A cheerful ha! escaped the older male - he was as pleased with Sunny's resilience as he was with his own.