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Of course she draws him out to punish him. He has not done anything to warrant it, but Karst rarely earns his beatings, they just happen to appease the violent whims of his superiors. Avicus has always been superior to him and they both know it; she calls him out beyond the safety of the hovel and demands he participate in something that will, undoubtedly, cause him harm.

He does not want to. It is better not to resist when others want things. As Karst steps away from the entrypoint of the medicine cache he moves towards Avicus with stiff strides, pausing when Avicus moves as well. She draws closer to him and demands again that he —fight.

Her body is poised to spring forth and strike at him. With a bit of awkward maneuvering of his own body Karst mimics the position she has set for herself, his shoulders tensing, his body aliging low to the earth with his chin guarded. Behind him his tail is limply hanging, pulled close to one of his legs.

He is afraid to make the first move.