(23:33:07) Seize:. Slobber was swapped with beloved sister, unwillingly. Ahhh, but as per usual the piebald princess garnered a better response from him what with the continuation of her affection-giving antics. Own tongue soon broke from its alabaster prison and trailed outside of somber lips, on an all out battle to chase her own tongue away with a series of non-stop licks. If successful in chasing hers away, upon getting closer to her face, those jaws would be drawn agape and look to snag a large portion of her muzzle. Clamping down only for a love/hate growl to erupt before releasing. Whereas that action actually took place or not, attention was flip back onto his lighter brother. Hideing up in a tree like the little bitch he was. His words, in addition to Cora's chime in, caused Caesar to rise and twist his grandoise frame in brother's direction. "Peers?" he'd repeat in question, an obnoxious chuckle breaking the silence. "HA! You think YOU'RE considering one of my peers?" In this (c)
(23:35:27) Seize:. -- moment the mahogany lord would begin trotting forwards at a sideways face, that large skull bobbing up 'n down whilst it rode a high posture. "Think your skinny little ass can take me? Come'on then!" Caesar would remain a good distance from the base of the tree, so that brother dearest could not ambush him from above. Shewolf corpse for forsaken, obviously becoming free game for Cora even though Seize had not verbally said so. Limbs stayed loose, tail tight against hips, lips curled. Gaze locked on target. Caesar had been practicing yo, he was ready! And if not? Well.. this would just be more practicing. LET'S FIGHT YO.

(23:53:04) Gannicus had all but really tuned out Cora. She wasn't very much fun to pick on and well Caeser was very receptive to his shit talking. Bait cast and taken. Now all he had to do was reel it in without getting his ass beat too bad. Gannicus was all too well aware of what he was doing. You could say that he was planning on it coming down to this measure. With his bicolored eyes he watched as the events slowly began to turn in his perceived favor. For the first time since this all began those black lips receded to unveil some yellowed teeth in a half cocked smirk. "Considering that I'm part of the group that we're both in, yes. I'm one of your peers whether you like that or not, Fatass." >>
(00:01:59) Gannicus allowed those black lips to continue to peel back even further, "So.. A challenger approaches!" Gannicus was caught between a rock and a really comfortable place. All he wanted to do was just sit int he tree where he was so unbelievably comfortable, but on the other side of things he had meatball resting at the bottom of the tree barking for a fight. Decisions, decisions, and he was at a decision collision. "Well as much as I love this tree... I'll take you up on that fight, fat shit." As the words escaped his lips he'd swiftly manuever his way down the tree to plop his piebald ass at the base of the trunk. "Gimme a sec. I need to stretch out. You should too! Your fat tumor muscles could really use it." He'd start out by arching his back and leaning his torso towards the ground with his forelimbs outstretched ahead of him and then reverse as he begn to drag his hind legs behind him for a moment. "Goddamn that feels good." "K! I'm ready broheim. Lets roll!"