Wapun Meadow Young & Stupid

Hunting wasn’t something Zev did often he was, however, a good thief.
Excellent at sniffing out caches and had more fun stealing another predators food from them directly. Perhaps he had a death wish perhaps he was looking for ways in which to die, in this manner on this day he found himself in a fight with a well matched canine. It had been a while since he fought another wolf.

Confusing a grizzly, hell he could do that, pluck it’s food from under it nose, and be off,  that was a thrill.  This, this was sucide... He could tell but the brunt impact, it stuttered though his muscles, he felt it in his bones, nothing broken, (that he noticed immediately anyway) but bruises where bound to well up and cause stiffness when the adrenaline wore off. Ahh adrenaline... his friend and drug. Gods he loved the rush! his breathing quickened not for lack of air but from enjoyment.

Even though he threw himself into the freight train wolf, and even though he was prepared for it, he did not have the velocity to terminate the fools forward momentum. Instead he was forced up onto his hind legs, worse yet the male was in between his front legs. He could hug the other male with his front legs, Grasping the other wolf he could keep their position upright for as long as he could hold them; but all that was going to do was welcome those teeth closer yet to his neck and no matter how hard he tried his body was not like a cougar he did not have the forearm strength to squeeze the breath out of the other nor the flexibility.

He’d have to try to grab flesh and toss the other male down to the ground just before his paws hit, Only then might he gain the upper hand.

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 A smile slid along his lips allowing the other wolf a few more forward steps. He grabbed the male like he was female hugged him close used as much strength as he could muster. That kept his legs below those jaws and out of reach, hauling the male closer to him, gave the male his neck but he buried his face in the others rough hiding the important bits of his face from easy reach, however this gave the other male full access to his own rough,
          His neck with it’s full summer coat coming on to winter coat, it’s mounds of fur waiting to the shed offering just a smidgen more protection against what was likely about to happen. In the split second he offered up his rough while holding onto this male like he was some long lost lover, his teeth tried to make their mark in the very tender spot just in front of the shoulder where the skin was tauter and more muscle lay below. As he grabbed he shoved downward attempting to get the male below him and pinned to the ground, if not pinned the perhaps with a good shake or two to send the point home. He didn’t need this fight to carry on any longer then necessary.