Moonspear halfway to a donut

Harley snapped and snarled at the pale mans face with the rest of his strength, but it was clear the fight was over. Falling limp and trusting that the packmate will not kill him, the wolfdog has no other options but to wait to be released.
He is, of course, after a moment, and Lazarus is quick to boast, towering over him. Jaws snap in his direction, but there is no real aggression around it. Points had been made, no need to rub it in further. He barely thinks before his lithe paws are carrying him away, further up the mountainside and out of site. This wouldn't be the last time they fought, of that the male was sure, but it was not in a mean way. It was in a 'I'm going to get better and prove myself' way. 

Last post from Harley unless someone follows him, but he's going up the mountain to pout x3 We gotta do this again, of course, but feel free to tag me or jump in any of my threads in the meantime!