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Holland had dipped his head slightly, but his eye lingered. Osiris pushed his ears forward and huffed, warning the stranger that he wasn't entirely fond of being stared at by a subordinate. He didn't speak up on the issue, figuring that this was just, like, the rules of wolfism (??? I tried). 

 

When Holland spoke upon his skills, Osiris followed. The other wolf seemed more than capable, despite his ailment. Holland was heavily scarred, badges of past battles. Osiris couldn't help but wonder how his opponent had looked after their match. 

He glanced at Keres then, trying to gauge her opinion of the potential recruit.