Ravensblood Forest My new favorite place

Ezekiel watched as the other male was flung back, bumping into a tree and shaking his head. Zeke was satisfied, watching as blood began to pool out of the strange white wolf's mouth. The other bent his head down to protect his limbs, snarling all the same. Blood flying when he snapped. Zeke couldn't help but shake his own head, he'd been bitten on the back of the neck, and it was beginning to sting with all the dust that had gotten in the wound. He shook it off, but it hurt all the same.

As he circled Kierkegaard, he continued to growl. He secretly hoped the other would leave without any more, but this ghostly male seemed off and didn't seem like he would. So Ezekiel went back on the offensive. He lunged forwards, hoping to headbutt Kierkegaard back into the tree behind him. Eyes wild with the intensity of a fight.