Phoenix Maplewood the chapter.

I'm pretty over playing fights out over several rounds, but I'd be happy to roll for damage/a winner!

She didn't back down. He was used to as much, but that didn't stop him. She'd made her intentions clear, and Kaertok surged forward. From a whelp, he'd been taught to fight, to prevail. He had not won every fight (what wolf could?), but he had won many. Perhaps he had even won more than he had lost. The Tartok did not track such things.

Unless she was running, Kaertok would be upon her in seconds, teeth grabbing at whatever he could get ahold of, blocking the stranger's teeth whenever it was convenient for him.