Augustus was not lax in his posture. His tail was ever raised, his ears always perked, and his muscles always tensed, ready. He’d snapped at others for simply holding his gaze when he thought they had no right. He was not a peon in the pack structure he had an important job, one he had gladly done, to the better of all. The cougar had been vanquished, sent to whatever hell there was for bloodthirsty cats, and the bear would not be returning. Even feeling a kindred spirit in Tharin, Augustus trusted no one, no one, but his mate. Even his Alpha’s had wronged him. Zalen’s transgression, his near infidelity with Ciara was not forgotten. The man was not ambitious, though he had debated attacking the sable male. If pressed, Augustus would not hesitate, thank whatever divine power existed it had not come to that. He was not the smartest, however. Augustus’s moods were ever shifting, the slightest twitch could send him reeling, half-mad with teeth flashing. It would be his undoing someday if he did not check himself.
He nodded at the name Tharin gave. Kiara. So like his mate’s. Augustus watched Tharin’s face. The male was large enough, and given time and instruction he could turn that strength into a weapon. He debated his method of teaching, secretly his body ached to be pit against another, fang to fang, claw to claw, but he shook it off and rolled his muscular shoulders. He tapped into the predator within and strafed to the side, gazing over Tharin with scrutiny in his yellow eyes. He approached, slowly, carefully, watching every twitch of fur from the tawny brute and began to circle. His face was a mask, his eyes ever watchful. A true warrior does not even need to draw blood, not when he can intimidate his opponent into retreating first. It does not work on everyone, but it is nonetheless useful. He continued to circle, contemplating every step, drawing them out. He puffed up his pelt, raised his hackles, and bared his fangs.
When he drew himself towards Tharin’s front his snarled at the wolf. The scars upon his face twisted grotesquely, and his eyes were blazing. He raised his tail high above his back and stood with ears perked and head lowered. He held his position several moments, watching, waiting.
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