the boys ears flattened, hackles rising as the other boy spoke. Lips going up into a half snarl to show his teeth, what the boy was saying was true. A bastard son he was. Never knew his father and never even really knew his mother but he did know that his mother was part of royalty. But now as the other kalak boy continued; Kijika got more and more angry, the mane on his back rising along with his hackles and now a low snarl erupted from deep in his throat. A deep sounding snarl that he didn't even know he had. Putting his paw in front of the other he began to circle the other kalak. Talking trash was the only thing this boy could do?

now as he stalked around the boy, he observed him closely looking him over even more so. I may be a bastard child but at least I didn't run from what I am. the lyrics came as a snarl as he now tensed his muscles, hackles still up. taking a step towards him and then lunging for him, paws outstretched, hoping to knock him to the ground and pin him. If not he'd fly past and tumble slightly into the water and turn to snarl at the boy.

I have business with you, whether you like it or not. the kalak chose to ignore and not respond to most of what the other said, even though he reacted in anger, just as training had taught him.