Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

The mention of death had Alarian on high alert again, and he started to growl before the other even finished speaking. He barely heard Korei's voice through what was beginning to become an adrenaline-filled haze as his body prepared itself for a fight. It flashed through the boy's mind briefly that he wasn't a fighter, he wasn't meant for this, and this wolf was so much bigger.
But in his mind's eye he saw himself bloodied, limping, carrying his father's severed head through his ancestral home. He saw himself tearing into the cougar's innards relentlessly, soaking himself in its blood. If he had won before, why should he not now?
The other half of his mind scoffed at him, a long pfffpppfffppfffftttttt, and reminded him this was a fight he would likely lose horribly. He would live, he didn't doubt that-- he had survived worse. But he would lose.
Alarian decided to bite the bullet and accept it as his best option.

Not today, though. The boy lashed out with snapping jaws, aiming to sink his teeth into the other's shoulder; regardless of contact, he darted away from the other male (hopefully with flesh between his still-clenched teeth). Ali waved his tail mockingly, daring the other wolf to come after him. He would not run, but he would try to evade for as long as he could. It was his only hope of winning, with the cougar's claw marks still etched painfully into his side.