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Neither of the males understood what word was uttered by the female but Bast'ion definitely got the message from the hit despite it being weak. For a moment he saw him self in this female now backing away. Scared, hurt and more than anything filled with hateful rage is what Bast'ion saw and it was that hateful rage that was consuming him from the inside even as he stood calmly here. He did not feel bad because of what he saw but he recognized it. He was sure if she was to come across him again the two would have a serious fight.

Beflecken felt horrible for having struck her as hard as he had but at the same time he knew this was what it meant to be a viking. This female was lucky that they weren't here to gather a thrall so in a warped way Beflecken felt this was probably for the best.

"Leave. Before you really get hurt," Befleckens eyes narrowed and his claws stayed out. He felt this was the kindest thing to do for this female right now. Have her run. "LEAVE!" He roared.

Bast'ion gave a nod of agreement, "Not to bad." Though he had no point of comparison to point to and he'd taken a hit from the female. Otherwise not to bad. At least the kirin lion didn't think it was bad.

Beflecken went over to the dropped goods and managed to slide them over his shoulders ready to make the trek back to the pride. He wasn't quite in a chatty mood now and blood was still fresh on his paw. Beflecken knew this was the path he needed to walk for the honor of his family but it also took a bit of a toll on his heart. He'd never say that out loud. Smacking females wasn't what he'd imagined when he was growing up in the stormborn. He'd always imagined grand battles with battle ready males.

These were sexist thoughts and Ushma would have smacked him square over the head for not thinking a female could handle her self.

"Well... goods are all ready to go so lets head back," Bast'ion followed after Beflecken.