"Well, that was a nice run, wouldn't you say?" His easy voice rolled into the open air, faintly muffled by the bunch of fur he had secured between his powerful jaws. The Commander seemed amused for whatever reason but said reason would become clear rather soon as two familiar figures strode into camp side by side. Ivorybones and Tiziano both respectively carried apprentices along with them with himself having secured the paler of the two brothers. The take-down of the two had been easy enough with him and his partner-in-crime having far more experience than either of the twerps. Neither of them had been troubled much and whatever minor injuries the two canines might have gotten, they walked off with relative ease.
"Would you like to have them spend some quality time together, Tiziano?" His words carry a far more sinister tone than his words let on. A small smile curls onto his dark lips as they stepped into a large enough clearing to put on one of those "prized" shows the Exiles were rather well-known for. Ivory was rather set on beating down the mouthier of the two brothers, his insults and vulgar words reminding him almost painfully of the Volarian he'd captured the previous week. He wondered if he beat him enough that this one would end up crying too? It was a question worth finding the answer for, so long as Tiziano was on board, he supposed. Nevertheless, he'd drop Akira onto the ground unceremoniously, quick to attempt to place a firm paw on the back of the savannah's neck to keep him in place beneath him.