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Annoying brats and their annoying want to join his pride. Just look at this male. Make up your mind what color you are, by the gods. Giri squinted at the other, the colors almost too bright for his eyes. Udayagiri was a massive lion, muscled and not fat, but he was definitely a bit on the older side. He had troubles with his hips some days and his back legs ached when it rained. Still, he was a Reaver and he had a job to do.

"Not lettin' you in without a fight!"

With that, Giri ran straight head, wanting to sink claws into his stupid dumb colors.

Claws dug into his side and raked down, blood spilling from the cuts left behind. They were more gashes than cuts, but whatever. Giri was covered with rake marks and teeth marks. This was nothing compared to some of the challenges he'd done.

At least so far. This was just the start. With a roar of pain and hardly anything else, the white maned lion turned practically on a dime and lashed out with both front arms, claws at the ready to get the youthful lion where ever he could. Hopefully this one wasn't afraid of spiders like Farkas was. Stupid Farkas. Spiders tended to live out here with him and he'd made his peace with them, but not everyone was so eager to make creepy crawly friends.

Still, there may be a spider or two in the other's mane that would crawl out with all the commotion if the other wasn't careful.

Back was the direction Giri went. He actually stood up on his hind legs only to have is knees groan in pain and backwards he fell, head hitting the dirt and momentarily stunning him. He laid there for a few seconds before he finally managed to flip himself over and just backed away, shaking his head and blinking back the pain. He was hard headed, but the earth under him was even harder. Giri growled, discontentedly with the way things were going and just started to slowly circle the brightly colored male, snarling, ears back, looking the epitome of angry.

The feints made the other jump and lunge forward a bit. Okay now he was getting toyed with? Giri lashed out with claws, striking air until the bright one suddenly lunged. He rolled to the side. Oh no, not that tactic. No one was climbing on his back like he was some prey beast. Once he was on his feet again, he charged again, hoping to get his shoulder into the other's ribs and drive him to the side, against one of the outlaying rocks, squishing him and knocking the breath out of him.

If the other were to dodge, Giri would meet the rock and knock the wind out of himself along with a blow to his already injured and bleeding side.

He knew he was going to lose this one. He knew it from the moment those claws gashed him.

His face was dredged with claws and he let out a hissing yowl of pain as he let the other go, blood dripping off his muzzle now, staining his already dark fur even darker. He hissed and growled low in his throat before just licking at the scratches as best as he could, wincing when his tongue caught some of the looser skin.

"Fine, fine!" He called out, panting, staring at the pink maned male. "You win!" Gods, that hut. His muzzle was sensitive! Giri growled a little more and just lightly brought his arm up and lowered his face into it, dabbing gently, trying to assess the damage.

Home wasn't something to be taken lightly, though often they took it for granted. It wasn't lost on him that he aided helping those that wanted to join find a home. He also knew he brought those unwilling here and they eventually either became freeborn or stayed slaves, but this was their home as well.

The words about the cuts on his nose made him huff and grumble. "I know. I've done this longer than you've been alive, boy." He snorted and shook his head a bit before just sitting down, obviously no longer taking an offensive stance. "Go on. Get to the pride else some other reaver comes out here." He put a paw on the other's haunches and shoved him forward like a man would a child. "Someone in there'll help you out. Leave an old man to his wounds."