Raina knew she walked away quickly but she didn't want to go on a rant about why she was so sorry and why she needed to apologize more than 100 times.

Cypress was a little confused, but he understood Raina probably wasn't in the mood to explain. With this knowledge he glanced around before turning to wait for Sky to say something. He needed to get to know everyone if he was to run his best with them.

Denali's ears flicked up alertly as Tiger woke up with a look in his eye that said he wanted to fight. She had remembered with a cringe watching dogs getting into fights with her mother at training grounds, after witnessing that as a pup she promised to always win fights in honor of her mother. She watched Tiger carefully and she was ready to spring up in a moment, her muscles tense and flexed.

Cypress forgot about the short interaction when the other new, young male stood with a look that said: I'm trouble. His ears flicked worriedly and a slight tension came over him as he waited, not wanting to have to deal with another random attack. The last one hadn't gone so well, and even though Cypress could hold his own, he didn't like fighting- mostly because of his past. In Russia, it was first come first serve and only the strongest, roughest, toughest, meanest dogs survived. He had absolutely no idea how he was still alive, except that he was a different dog in Russia. He was cunning, swift, and a trained fighter, ready to take on anything that came his way. Now, in Alaska, Cypress's true personality showed- goofy, kind, joking, and a little lazy, but loyal to others and working hard on his job. Still, however much he tried, whenever he saw a fight.. he still wanted to get in it to ensure he could stau alive. There were times when he wanted to revert to his old ways.. starting fights then using his brain instead of the little brawn he had to win them.

Tiger looked around and saw cypress. *he'll make a nice challenge* he thought. He walked over and circled the other male. He snarled and stood low and strong

A flicker of motion drew Cypress's attention- a bird, flitting around. A second later Tiger came up and started circling himand growling. Cypress turned his unsual gaze back to the younger male and lifted his lip slightly in a strained smile. "Is the inmature Tiger looking for a fight again? What shall he do now?" The motted grey male asked, his hackles lifting slightly. Right now was one of the times he wanted to fight, but he would try to chill.

Tiger growled. "I'm not immature! you know nothing about me! NOTHING!" he spat and lunged going low for Cypress's left hind leg.

Cypress tensed and dodged out of the way, whirling around and tugging his leg closer to him as he snapped at Tiger's fur, not catching skin. "It is immature to start a fight for no other reason than entertainment." Cypress pointed out in a slight growl, a spark of fire boiling inside of him and threatening to come out.

Tiger snarled "it's good practice." he lunged grabing hold of cypress's neck