Overture Downs Burning Off Some Steam

Ezekiel's attack worked, and he pushed Howl into the ground, then grabbed a hold of his scruff. He held it tight, breathing heavily through his nose because he couldn't inhale Howl's fur. He kept him down until Howl stopped resisting and said nice job. Ezekiel held there for a few seconds longer, enjoying the adrenaline rush of winning. Then he backed away, allowing Howl to stand. He looked the darker furred male over, just to make sure he hadn't harmed him at all. You are a good fighter. Have you been trained? He asked, wondering where Howl had learned his trade.