Xandral burst into laughter at the cat's comment.
"Strength isn't everything, I'm not a broom with arms and legs, but I have at least two other men who can beat me in an arm-wrestling contest, but your choice." Xandral turned on his stool to face 'Mr. Kali'
"As for you old one, I admire your desire to stay on the sea, but your body may not be able to keep up, you could join the Burning wings as, an advisor or cook." He was just about to turn back to the lioness when he felt a bottle smash over his head, he felt lucky for bringing a hat that reduced most of the damage from the broken glass. He looked up and felt his spirits sank to Davy Jones' locker, maybe to never return.
"H-Hello M-mistress Karen...." The female wolf standing behind Xandral with the broken bottle head in hand was in fact well above his height and seemed much stronger, as her black-red fur seemed to only show off her strength rather than hide it.
"I trust my step-son had a successful raid?" Xandral quickly nodded, knowing better to not stall. Karen nodded and leaned down to whisper a reminder into his ear, yet it still felt like he was being yelled at.
"Next time, refer to me as Step-mother, or I'll drag you back to the house by your neck" She leaned back up and smiled at the other two before walking off, leaving a rather shaken Xandral to his own devices once again.