Ankyra Sound dog-eat-dog

Surrender?

Svalinn blinked, trying quickly to adjust to the conditions of his first actual rank challenge, but as he came to terms with what was happening, or what was about to happen, the golden vandal began to smirk in the face of his very serious opponent. He could care less about his numerical standing in the pack, but he absolutely wouldn't pass up the chance to spar. "Take it," he barked back, lunging open-mouthed and gleeful at his opponent.

But unfortunately for him, he didn't necessarily understand that Vaati had not come here just to fuck around with him. Svalinn treated the whole thing like a game and got soundly whooped because of it— realizing rather quickly (or belatedly, depending on how you look at it) that this wasn't a practice anything. It felt more like that time up on the cliffs...

Svalinn shrieked his resignation as Vaati got a hold of his ruff, and relented his rank to the explicit victor of their fight. Once released, the boy scampered away, presumably to tend to his wounded pride by calling Vaati mean names behind his back.