Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

Memory felt the fight go out of the kid, and loosened his own hold, backing away. He panted slightly, a sideways grin on his lips as blood trickled down his neck, staining his chest. Another painful scar. At least the kid hadn't opened his belly or damaged a leg.  The words made him quirk an eyebrow.
"I was your age once. Doing the same damn thing," he answered, his voice a soft growl. "An alpha is an alpha. Packs like this you gotta be a special type of wolf to last long. Don't worry. I'm not dumb enough to disrespect an alpha. However, if you ever need advice, or wanna spar again, come find me." With that he turned to the Fae. "Good enough for ya, Sweetheart?" He asked lightly, shaking out his pelt and flinging blood drops in every direction.