King Elk Forest one, two! one, two! and through and through

Bronco had hunted and killed, and knew what it felt like to hole an animal's windpipe between his jaws, so he knew he'd done the trick once he grabbed a hold of Dragomir's throat. He clenched there- not as tight as he would need to in order to kill dragomir quickly, but just hard enough to show that he'd won, and that if Drago wouldn't submit, he'd...Well, he wasn't sure what he'd do, as he couldn't exactly kill the guy, even though he had him now, right? This actually felt very, very wrong. It was one thing to hold prey by the throat...But another wolf?

He felt the male's weight pull back and down and he hung on until he heard a plea, before he let go. He stared down, hard, at Dragomir and growled loudly, taking another step toward him just to make sure that it was clear that he was the boss- having won- and that he didn't want any more foolishness. Apparently, this guy thought Sugar was a coyote. And while Bronco was the son of a wolf who killed coyotes for fun, and he himself did approve of messing with the lesser species a bit, in the least, he hadn't ever mistaken Sugar for one, and found it strange that Drago would. "She's just small, she's not even coyote-coloured," He accused. "But you don't ever try an'...Do that to a female of any species just 'cause you got her down," He growled, eyes flashing. "Don't you ever touch her again." He said, and hastily scanned the horizon for his friend. He growled, as Sugar had disappeared as soon as Bronco had arrived. He needed to go find her, or at least try to do so- to make sure that she was alright, and that she knew he'd won the fight, so he left the dark male then, and went off in search of a friend that he wouldn't find; but at least he'd earned his first battlescars, and had experienced his first real fight.