Silvertip Mountain Heating up

His throat was released a fraction of a second after he whined, and for that he was grateful. An immature wolf might have boasted their win in his face, but Zaria had much more class than that. Steady plopped down on his side, panting from exertion from the spar. He nodded, And you, as well. I think we've been holding back in our other spars, he said.

His ears perked and his head swiveled when Zaria greeted Mason. Steady felt bad for not even realizing he was there, but he had been a tad distracted. Hey, Mason, he greeted, noting his nephew's tense posture. It's alright, he assured him. We were sparring. A more brutal one than they had before, but a spar nonetheless.

Blood dripped from Steady's throat and hip as he jerked his head to look at Zaria. Your leg?! he exclaimed. I can't see the wound on my neck, but I'm fairly certain you got me way more, he said with a grin. He had an inkling that Zaria never thought he had a chance at "getting her" in their spar. She was finely adept at fighting, and he was beginning to wonder where she had learned her skills from. Still, he didn't pry.