Silvertip Mountain No Easy Way Out

Ezekiel was satisfied when his kick worked, pushing the older male off of him. Chaska backed up a bit, and Zeke was already on his feet, ready to continue. However he let Chaska catch his breath, the other seemed a bit more tired than himself. Round two? Chaska asked, panting. Zeke wasn't so sure, the other seemed very worn. However he nodded anyway, preparing to go again. His pale blue eyes looked twice over Chaska to make sure he hadn't or wouldn't hurt the male, then got back into his sparring stance, hunkered down, head low, wide frame.

The large grey wolf circled his pack mate for a moment, trying to get to the perfect place of attack. He lunged forward at Chaska's side, grabbing at the males back leg and pulling down, hoping to bring the other to his knees.