Sleeping Dragon all alone, she turns to stone

His challenge was met in kind, and she was not an opponent easily bested. Bloatedness accounted for the she-wolf's eventual defeat, and Warbone was somewhat relieved when she finally relented. He was concerned that if he had needed to use any more of his strength on her, a woeful wound could have been dealt and then respect would have no longer been the subject of the fight.

He stood proud, battered and panting, as the dark yearling bowed her head. His teeth, peeled in a sick grimace, loosened slowly to hide his violent smile, and he padded forward without fear to examine the guest of Sleeping Dragon. He nosed her ruff and the area around her shoulder; gently pressing, non-provoking. And when he was satisfied, he gave a stiff snort and nudged the area of her neck, just behind her jawline, in assurance that she was safe to level herself with him. His tail waved like a banner and then sank, continuing a slow ticking against his hocks as he stood beside her, eyes watching her with his ears pressed attentively forward.