Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

Artaax rushed at the white brute, knocking into him as he swept towards Furi. The boy followed him doggedly with bared teeth and snapping jaws, but the fray was breaking apart fast, as was his will to pursue the fight further. When the pale wolf shoved his body into Artaax, the equally pale wolf snapped one last time at the other's face - with no intention of making contact - and allowed himself to be pushed away. He stepped back with a snarl and a snort, running his tongue across blood-covered teeth. He took a few steps forward again as the boys began to retreat - an effort made to encourage them not to change their damn fool minds about the best decision they'd made so far that day.

As the last of their neighbors retreated, Artaax turned to look at Blixen and Furi with furrowed brows. He said nothing as he looked them over, trying to assess what wounds they had earned themselves. Really, he was already in the process of putting this whole thing to bed in his own mind, so when he met Blixen's gaze, he too was asking what now? But more because he was hungry than because he felt there was more to be done with this mess.