Silvertip Mountain Never forget what you're fighting for

Steady laughed at Ezekiel's teasing accusation, and defended himself playfully. Zeke could feel Steady's breath on his face when the alpha leaned over to mock him. Ha. Adapted and overcame. He laughed, waiting for Steady to get off before jumping to his feet. He too sat back, the rush given by a fight beginning to wear off inside him, his hot blood cooling to its normal temperature. His muscles seemed sore, for like Steady, it had been far too long since his last spar. And yes the alpha was right, Zeke longed for a rematch. He knew he was better than how he'd just done, another spar and he'd really show off his skill.

Taking his heavy breaths, he spoke again.Ok. Rematch, some other time? The sentence came rather choppy, but got the message through, right now he was far to tired to do much more fighting.