Ouroboros Spine Stay Still And Breathe

Kero watched. His gaze intent upon the scene, he almost didn't notice when Kodiak moved to join him. And then there was blood. His eyes widened, flicking down to the half of the rabbit that was offered his direction. He swiftly turned his gaze back towards the challenge with a grunt. The offer was kind, but he didn't want a meal to distract himself from the serious nature of the duel at hand.

Blows went back and forth. Just like that, it was over almost as quickly as it began. Tonravik was victorious. Thank the skies. It was far easier for her to win and for things to continue as were than for the plains wolf to usurp what he was starting to consider somewhat normal. He hadn't wanted to be placed in a situation where she might win. It would have been... awkward.

Alas, she recognized him all the same. Kero stood, shaking out his fur as her words were nearly lost over Tonravik's none too subtle urgings for her to leave before death truly found her. "I've won against you before," was all he said in return, lowering his head as hackles rose upon his nape. His muzzle wrinkled, leathered lips curling as his voice dropped to a brassy growl. "Time for you to go." He stepped forward. Another step and he'd be nipping at the girl's heels.