Vaken had never been called old before, but he didn’t object. He wasn’t a pup anymore, that had to mean something. He looked just like any other adult- huh. It was a cold hard fact that shocked him. Her next words were more important though, her request. “I’m nice already,” he grunted quietly. This was as nice as he was gonna get. And if you win? “I get to be a whole lot meaner.” A sadistic grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “If I win, you have to fight me. Not pup-wrestling, a real fight. No cheating, no talking yourself out of it, no crying to your parents.” He wanted her to face the reality of the situation, that she owed him a fight for ruining his meal.

He wouldn’t try and draw blood. She wasn’t fully grown yet, it wouldn’t have been fair- but she was big enough. He turned his gaze back over to her, an eyebrow raised. Deal or no deal?