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He did not wait long before the silver bullet that was Kallik emerged from the red rock, zeroing in on the training arena. It was wide and flat, and the auxillia had arranged stones around it one afternoon weeks ago; now it served a purpose.

Glaukos turned in time to witness the scowl on Kallik's face, but only just. Those teeth aimed for the boy's neck and Glaukos couldn't read the other's movement in the short span: he couldn't tell if the bite was genuine or if he meant to stab with his snout. Either way, the spar had been initiated.

He stepped in to Kallik's line of attack immediately, which could've been the wrong move. With his bulk he could at least block an incoming attack, his scruff was still dense from winter's excess growth.

The hit would hurt either way but Glaukos slammed in to Kallik regardless, glad to have someone to fight.