
Thorgrim certainly hadn't been expecting to be challenged during this Breytast Vindar. He was getting old, and not quite as quick as he'd always been. His bones ached when the weather got too cold, and his muscles felt weak when the weather got too warm. However, despite all that, he couldn't help but feel intensely invigorated by the thrum of the pride. Challenges were a constant source of excitement, and when he heard the younger lion call out a challenge to him, there was a slow, wolfish smile that eased across his muzzle.
Win or lose, it didn't matter to Thorgrim. He wouldn't lose his captaincy. If his challenger thought he could handle Gaved and Kjar and Gunnar better than he could, Thorgrim would enjoy his newfound free time. He'd start a new band, probably. Or he'd deal with the uproar that Ruzanski was causing, challenging the Warlord the way he was.
Whelp.
Approaching his challenger, Thorgrim stopped a few feet in front of the other lion, his stance loose and ready.
"Prove yourself, then."