Blacktail Deer Plateau Round 2: What are you made of?

Day was not going down without a fight. That was good. He had no doubts about it, but it was encouraging to see the alpha still had all the fighting spirit Shale had known him to possess when they were young. He winced as jaws clamped down on his leg, trying to twist him into an awkward position.

But the attack also left Day teetering awkwardly, off-balance, and Shale used the opportunity to twist gracefully away, then slam his weight into his brother's side once more. He tumbled down, and Shale pursued, placing one paw on his shoulder, the other, ever so gently, against his throat. He could feel the pulse hammering there, against his pad.

He only held the pose for a second before stepping away, a smile returning to his face once more as he waited for Grayday to rise to his feet. "Well fought," he said warmly. "Thought you might have had me, for a moment there."