Silvertip Mountain Whistle while you work

FItzDutiful expected Steady to go high, most wolves would go for the kill rather than go low so when Steady lunged, FitzDutiful reared. It was a costly move, for Steady's aim for the front leg now landed squarely in his belly. The force of his brother's head in his stomach winded him and he fell heavily onto the floor, hitting a sharp stone at the wrong angle with one of his foot pads, causing it to bleed. It took him a moment to come too and to catch his breath before he managed to choke out any words.

"I obviously," he coughed, "still have things to learn." Another cough before he laughed and attempted to sit upright, licking his wounded paw as he did so. It wasn't the first time the pads of his paw had been damaged, and it wouldn't be the last. Still, the force that Steady had hit him with - with open jaws as well. He wasn't sure what injuries his soft understand now possessed. That was all dependant on whether Steady had instinctively closed his jaws or not.