(basically the two of the bickering the whole time OTL)
Alyosha
When he heard the news, Alyosha was not a happy soturie. He'd argued for a good hour with Xerxes before finally accepting it and walking away. He's clad in his gear, his weapon tapping his side occasionally. A harsh wind blows through the camp and Aly looks up at the sky, only to see dark clouds rolling in. He sighs, knowing that it would probably storm right as they were scheduled to leave. So by the time he got to Zeto's den, he knew something in the world was out to get him.
He doesn't announce his presence right away, nor does he let Zeto know that he's coming in. This is certainly not the first time he's barged into his older brother's den and it most definitely won't be the last. His ears prick up as he spots his elder brother, quickly shedding his armor. He bounds over to Zeto before poking him with one of his horns. "I have great news!" He announces, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "You and I are going on a little scouting trip for, like, a week." He sits down. "We've got to scout out a felidine (I'm not sure if that's how you spell it and I'm too lazy to look it up) camp, make sure that if worse comes to worse, our pack could defeat theirs in battle, and try not to get killed while we're at it. Xerxes's direct orders; I already tried arguing my way out." His ear flicks and he suppresses a sigh as glances out at the worsening weather. "We're technically supposed to leave now, but I guess we'll go whenever you can get your lazy ass out of your den."
Alyosha
When he heard the news, Alyosha was not a happy soturie. He'd argued for a good hour with Xerxes before finally accepting it and walking away. He's clad in his gear, his weapon tapping his side occasionally. A harsh wind blows through the camp and Aly looks up at the sky, only to see dark clouds rolling in. He sighs, knowing that it would probably storm right as they were scheduled to leave. So by the time he got to Zeto's den, he knew something in the world was out to get him.
He doesn't announce his presence right away, nor does he let Zeto know that he's coming in. This is certainly not the first time he's barged into his older brother's den and it most definitely won't be the last. His ears prick up as he spots his elder brother, quickly shedding his armor. He bounds over to Zeto before poking him with one of his horns. "I have great news!" He announces, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "You and I are going on a little scouting trip for, like, a week." He sits down. "We've got to scout out a felidine (I'm not sure if that's how you spell it and I'm too lazy to look it up) camp, make sure that if worse comes to worse, our pack could defeat theirs in battle, and try not to get killed while we're at it. Xerxes's direct orders; I already tried arguing my way out." His ear flicks and he suppresses a sigh as glances out at the worsening weather. "We're technically supposed to leave now, but I guess we'll go whenever you can get your lazy ass out of your den."