The moment Garmir saw their prey was as good as dead, he made his move. He suddenly lunged at Tyne to roughly shove him off the kill to claim it for himself, snapping and snarling while doing so. He wasn't so much attacking tyne to harm him, as he obviously did not seek to injure the larger male. "Back off the kill!"

Garmir was merely testing his pack mate, to see how he would react to sudden aggression and did he have guts to respond to Garmir whom was supposedly higher rank of the two - even if the earthen male did not count ranks himself. They both had plenty of adrenaline in their blood, so there was room for violence should Tyne take Garmir's act wrongly.

Tyne's reaction to Garmir's provocation had been just as firm as he had hoped for if not more. The earthen male was convinced Tyne would fight for the kill, but in truth none of this was about the meat or whom would have the honor of dragging it back home. Garmir was only measuring the other man's guts to determine how reliable battle brother he would be if things ever went south.

Garmir, whom typically did not use his tail to signal anything now put it on display, rising it sky high while his fur bristled and weaponry was bared at the other male. Snarls were met with snarls and growls were met with growls. All this was but a show, but he was putting effort into making it authentic for the other.

Garmir lunged forward to snap at the other, knowing he was escalating this dangerously if other male lost his temper and forgot they were pack mates on a hunt together. Even if Garmir's fangs were to meet any skin, his bites would not carry full potential of what he could bring to bear - unless Tyne chose to turn this into a real fight.

It was easy to get carried away with this kind of play, the wolf's instincts telling him to tear into his opponent, while reason tried to hold him back. Garmir was playing dangerous game with how he tried Tyne's temperament but he got what he wanted. Tyne raised his tail to him despite his supposedly lower rank. There was a brief clash with Garmir trying to topple Tyne over, snarls and jaws going back and forth, Garmir even landing a bite - even if not aimed to injure. He could not steal the kill from his packmate however - not unless he actually chose to fight over it and thus as soon as there came a moment where they could put distance between one another, Garmir ceased his offence.

He still stood uncomfortably close, hackles up, his full weaponry on display and body tense as if poised to attack again, this time with real consequences. His tail stood high, bristling and showing his willingness to fight. Everything about Garmir suggested there would be a bloodshed as the moment prolonged, the atmosphere crew unbearably tense. His eyes were glaring straight into his opponent's eyes and behind those eyes was only hint of his true intent. He was just playing around. He loved tension. Just as it seemed he would attack again, that deadly snarl turned first into a slightest of grin, then into broad smile with Garmir snorting out as if letting out excess energy he had been charging all this time. "Got your tail up" -A playful growl finally broke the otherwise wordless exchange between them.

Tyne had done enough to impress Garmir and he saw no further need to test his packmate. Now that they both managed to put up enough of a smile to defuse the situation, Garmir too waved his tail behind him, holding his stare for another moment while replying to his statement; "That's what I said." And Garmir had meant it.

He turned away slightly, allowing his posture to relax, even though he still held his gaze on his hunting partner. He then looked down at the kill underneath the large seawolf. "Shall we take this back home?" -he asked, raising his brow in question. If Tyne wanted to tussle more, he'd be all too happy to, but suppose the worst steam was already out.