Swiftcurrent Creek we'll paint it red to fit right in

It was a dance between the two males, and with every twist he made, his jaws would usually snap upon empty air. Shadow was a step ahead of him in almost every manner, and the adrenaline that pumped through his veins only ignited this realization with each unsuccessful attempt to knock his opponent down.

He wouldn't have the chance though. Shadow gripped him and that was when the large cinnamon male would fall. His opponent took the opportunity, and he was pinned to the ground. A smirk befell him then, and as he stilled, his eyes sought out the silver male -- not in bitterness, but with jovial congratulations. "Should have warned me you were a tank," he rumbled, waiting for the male to release him.