The boy of martial prowess, was a beastman just like Tracker. Not the same kind though, he was very different. He was very, very tall to him (Though not the tallest). He was so tall that his antlers knocked against the top of the doorframe, he saw it when he walked in. His antlers were white just like his skull- Or perhaps it was a mask- He wasn’t quite sure. He had a very interesting look, with his white skull and black coat, he had ashy black fur that he could see as well. He look a lot like the moon in the night sky- Or like someone dropped their porcelain bowl in a cold firepit- 

He took both feet off the floor, setting them on the edge of the table. Tracker kept the table steady (For him he thought). He threw himself backwards in his chair, balancing on the backlegs, then throwing his weight left and right- Back left leg to back right leg and back again. He threw himself into a spin, the chair spinning out from underneath him, tail spinning outwards knocking out the leg of another chair. He fell to the floor.

“Oh no! The chair!”