Moonspear halfway to a donut

With one wolf bested, Lazarus turned his attention to the other. Maybe it should have interested him to see the way Scorp avoided him; it should have been a boost to his ego. But instead, as the other wolf stayed back with the intent of avoiding a spar, Lazarus found himself infuriated. He was riled by his win, feeling pained by the damage caused by his first opponent, and eager for more - but without someone to fight, he could only contain his aggressive energies for later use. He snorted dully, baring his teeth a moment later, and advanced upon Scorp as if to harm him - but he only smacked him with a shoulder to push him aside, and boorishly moved on. If he could not fight anyone here, he would find some other way to entertain himself. Without another word, he departed - leaving Scorp to do as he pleased.