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

@Chakliux 

Alaric had danced away from the woman, and sought the man that had been dancing with trippy feet. Scars pale in the moonlight. Large body all hardness and stone. Alaric joined him in a two step and a whoop. Dipped his muzzle and then with a gentle growl he leapt forward and tapped teh fella on the shoulder and then whirled away.

Happy to engage in some sort of play or fun. That was what this was supposed to be right? Fun. Play. He would have story fodder for years with some of these characters and he loved. 

Those green eyes snapped and danced, while a smile grew large and lighting like along his lips.

when there was a break in his whirling, chakliux was addressed by another hunter. 
this man had approached nasamik. seeing that had made the seal-hunter flare with jealousy! he did not think he was ready to be a husband, but not did he want her attention turned from him!
chakliux grinned but it was a mask of challenge. he met the green eyes and took up his dance again. 
"who is the stag moving in the forest!"
and here his movements became elegant and slow, a great horned king walking through the snow.
"who is the wolf that will follow!"
chakliux, a hunter, stalking toward the black wolf, retreating in steps meant to mimic a circle, a hunt. still a dance, one that showed off his years of prowess.

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.

chakliux grinned in a delight he had not expected to feel. there was challenge here, yes. but the seal hunter man was not about to destroy the pleasure of this gathering with his hint of jealousy. he let it go, pleased that the dark hunter rose to his dancing-song.
the bear addition had impressed him!
"who will be the winter hawk bearing down upon the mouse?"
chakliux leapt high, throwing out his hindlegs and coming down in the stance of a taloned bird pinning its prey. snow sprayed from beneath his paws.
"who will be the woman watching the hawk?"
chakliux became her. mincing steps, hips swaying, chest narrowed to narrow waist! he laughed in a soft voice.
and the magenta eyes glinted.
could this man change himself again?

He used the years of being taught at his grandmother's knee, his mother's all and any that could share this with him. He used it to his benefit. He grinned and he delighted and he reveled in the challenge.

Alaric slunk through the shadows and jumped from tree root to tree root. Who will be the cougar to take the winter hawk for cubs.

He mimicked feeding little ones and then moved and stalked further through the shadows. 

He grinned and allowed an easy smile to take his face and eyes to follow the movements. Who will be the warrior to claim her heart?

He moved about dipped paws and claws. A snarl on his maw, scary and loud, then it went to a peaceful expression as if looking down on something you loved. 

Who will be brother otter that swims and fights to stay alive.

Body low to the ground, he mimicked the movements of a sinuous otter. Claws coming out and then hiding. A paw across his face and then peeking out as if looking past rocks and trees and debris.

the man was a not a seal hunter nor a sunshine person! but he took chakliux at his fine dancing challenges, giving words of his own. the hunterwolf drummed his paws in the snow with approval, shouting a note of encouragement as the other shifted and changed shape.
"i will be the river which carries brother otter!" chakliux cried, and his hips rolled, and limbs stiffened; spine curved into the cold spaces of a river which rushed and dangerously so.

Alaric wouldn't have known what a seal hunter was or a sunshine person. But he was enjoying the challenge and the dance. There was drumming and howling. Alaric couldn't hide the smile.

Alaric shifted and moved his body like the bracing winds. I'll be the winds of summer that lift the red hawk feathers to the sky. 

He rolled and twisted. Then he bent his body and twisted like a tree. Stood tall and stalwart. I'll be the tree that stands tall and brave over forests where mother hawk lays to rest.

then it was over! chakliux breathed out once and leapt high, landing to end the story.
in the next moment, he was shouting again, swooping toward the dark man and seeking to embrace him with much laughter. "you know how to understand a story quickly!" the seal-hunter exulted.
for a moment chakliux considered that nasamik might choose this plan, if he pleased her.