So you are leaving then?

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Spartacus could be as slippery and as sleek as any sea animal when he wanted to. It was a skill that he had acquired from a young age, it was a skill any black furred wolf from his homeland had. There were bullies, all kinds of bullies that sought to choke the air out of you, that sought to suffocate you. There were bullies that sought to give you pain by using the most painful pressure points, and if you did not have the skill to slip away from their iron grasp, then you would not survive there. Spartacus was here now, so obviously, he had survived.

He managed to wriggle out of Burke's grasp and quickly placed a good amount of distance between them, acknowledging the curt nod the Blackfeather Woods male gave him. This spar had taken out a good amount of his energy, and his time. He needed to be on his way, or else he wouldn't be there for a very, very long time. He would let the other wolf win this time, next time, however, would be a different story entirely.

"Good game," he said with a brief smile and a nod. "Goodbye," he dipped his head respectfully before turning around, making his way back home. Back to the North who called for him.