Moonspear new car smell

Fade here maybe?

The singular hit seemed to spell the end of the quarrel. With his effort to pull the boy down proving successful, and the boy's own agility in question, Lazarus is left looming over him. With a defiant little grin on his face - which was more menacing than anything else - the pale beast let loose a great bellow. He opened his mouth before the boy and let his teeth span the length of his vision, with spittle flying every which way. His tail arched triumphantly from his rear, and Lazarus let it drift slightly to and fro while he withdrew. His fur remained bristled and his posture was stiff, ready to react if the boy moved to do anything else, but he assumed that the spar was over — that he had come out the victor when the boy couldn't right himself. He chuffed softly to himself (or as softly as a bass drum could sound) and began to stalk away from the boy.