"Aren't you eager one." -Garmir spoke, thus announcing his presence at the same time. It seemed that the earthen male had in actuality been stalking his challenger like a proper scout he was but perhaps it could be counted as Tyne making it to the spot first. Small victories, they did count.

Garmir approached, his head held high and posture unusually dominant. He wasn't displaying aggression towards Tyne, but rather showing off his confidence. His smug expression surely matched rest of his attitude and it was all intented. Garmir came close, so close that as he passed next to Tyne, their fur very briefly brushed against one another. The other male was larger, no doupt - but it mattered not to Garmir.

The earthen male stared ahead, towards the outside of their borders, taking in deep breath. The ground was slightly moist from early morning mist and air smelt fresh and cool - no doupt soon to be pushed aside by the heat of the day. Doing this little contest sure was better done in the morning. "Before we do this.. few ground rules." -He murmured while turning his gaze at his challenger, a grin forming on his face. "..while we are at it.. no ranks exist. Right now we are equal. Agreed?" -Garmir stated, expecting the other male to agree. This was down to noting else but their skill, swiftness and endurance alone. Nothing else mattered.

Seeing Tyne rise up his tail and assume more confident posture brought a grin on Garmir's face. He wanted the sea wolf at his best and this was looking better. Indeed Garmir kept pace with his temporary rival. For him this was less about whom was thruly better (cause he of course knew he was, duh!) - and more about learning what kind of member Tyne was. There were already plenty of traits Garmir liked about the man and he was sure he would soon learn more.

As soon as the two were past the border, Garmir increased pace, bumping against Tyne's flank (to provoke him) while he threw challenge at him. "Best out of three!" -he shouted while getting into sprint, looking for headstart. Every second counted and now it was about which one of them would catch a trail first..

Garmir would have been lying had he denied taking enjoyment for being able to push his competitor. He rarely got to have this much fun and while the two were definately hunting, to him this was more of an psychological game to probe Tyne and see what the man was made of. He did also want to win, but that was secondary objective. A bark caught Garmir's attention.

Tyne was observant - or then he possessed really good nose. Garmir had failed to notice the trail the sea wolf begin to follow and this did feel like a minor blow. What was the current minor victory count? one - two in Tyne's favor? Garmir really had to step up his game. Garmir followed Tyne closely, allowing him to do the work. He himself used that time to observe his opponent, see how he worked, what methods he used to track. As the two reached the clearing, revealing quite an selection of targets, Garmir had to make decision between the pack and their stupid testosterone rising competition.

As Garmir took a glance at the other male, sneaking beside him, he noticed Tyne was looking at him. The earthen male's gaze turned back to the field and he eyed at each of the targets. If they worked together, they could bring down doe for certain - maybe even the buck, although that was challenge even for two of them. Two fawns on the other hand would play into their competition, though if both caught one it would mean even score. His eyes turned back to Tyne and he whispered.

"We bring down a doe together. One point for both of us...?" -He smiled just a little. Had they not been competing right now he would have been more complimentary with his words. Garmir elected not to go after the buck because there were only two of the wolves - and he knew he'd have to be the one trying to slow down the beast as he was faster (kick from buck to face would be too big blow to his ego in front of his rival) where as Tyne would get the honor of killing the thing.

For now it seemed Tyne and Garmir had to bury their war hatched and co-operate, which surprise enough came easily for him. For instance while they were drafting plans, Garmir tended to forget they were actually competing, but suppose they could continue the feud later, once they had brought the doe into the pack - for the good of all the others. Serving Charred Ash Draw had higher priority than proving himself better in whatever petty feud the two had. If they really wanted to butt heads together later, they could propably just outright have a fight and be done with it. Suppose this hunt would show how well they were able to work together.

"Agreed" -He whispered in aknowledgement of Tyne's proposed course of action. Garmir could propably run the doe down if he got close enough. Tyne would propably get the honor of killing the creature. He took final glance at his partner, still holding cocky grin but not trying to outright provoke his competitor. Garmir then begin to creep closer, minding himself to be careful not to make excess sound before he was near enough. This was where his earthen colors helped a great deal.

For two competing pack wolves, Garmir and Tyne seemed to be able to work amazingly well together when there was room for it. He played his role in the chase and Tyne indeed acted as a roadblock to end the poor doe's escape like to a wall. Tyne was large enough to be able to handle the takedown by himself, leaving Garmir nothing but assisting role. As he saw his hunting partner struggled to bring the doe down however, the earthen male tipped the balance enough by claiming one of the doe's hind legs and then pulling it to break the balance in order to secure kill for Tyne. As the the predator came down with its prey, Garmir let go, opting instead watch the slow killing process, while circling the doe and the wolf tangled with it.

Garmir was not watching the prey while this was happening. He was watching Tyne, the way he struck, they way he secured his hold on the poor thing's throat, how he applied his weight to keep the struggling prey under. Garmir watching this all because the moment meal was secure, he was going to perform... a temperament test on his dear rival. He was already poised ready to strike...