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He fails to defend himself from the initial blow and he is agitated. 

The white beast throws himself at Harley with the intent of grabbing his scruff and pulling him down to the ground. He is mindful of his opponent's teeth, but also clouded by his rage. His own teeth meet the dense fur of Harley's shoulder and, briefly, he is able to grab at something. 

Lazarus managed to tear out a chunk of fur, but it does not satisfy him. The smaller wolf is quick but not quick enough to counter-attack, so there is no need to defend, and Lazarus goes all-in with his next assault, thrusting his bulk towards the smaller wolf with the hope of connecting and bowling him over.

Despite his great size and strength, he cannot seem to bowl the small wolf over; perhaps because he is so low to the ground. Naturally his smaller size would be a boon in this situation. Yet because Lazarus is so close and he lacks defenses, the other wolf counters smartly. Lazarus stumbles back, but retaliates a moment later with renewed vigor, too angry to think clearly. Forgetting that spars were not meant to draw blood, Lazarus goes straight for the boy and is intent on sinking his teeth in to flesh.

He is silently impressed by the speed of the smaller wolf, but it ultimately more enthusiastic as he watches him blunder, and Lazarus sets himself up for the end of the spar. He spits a small chunk of bloodied flesh and fur from his lips, steps towards and around the other wolf, then dives in for another attack, keen on grabbing and pushing the boy down in to the dirt as an act of dominance. A finishing move.

The pale man is glad when he grabs hold of the smaller wolf, pinching his scruff with his teeth, and looses a rumble from his chest to signal his own pride in victory. He holds the boy against the dirt for a little longer than he perhaps should, and when he releases him, his tail raises as a pale banner over his hindquarters.

Without a word to his opponent, Lazarus releases him and looms overhead, a boastful grin splitting his face. He then turns to look at @Scorp, wondering if this other wolf is impressed by the action of their spasmodic little fight, or frightened by it. Lazarus' blood is pumping and he is eager for more. He licks a faint redness from his lips, but does not know whose blood it is.