Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

Teeth graze against the boy's cheek, and the metallic scent of blood fills his senses. He tastes it upon his tongue, grin widening as he watches the younger wolf recoil in pain. Hell, Kingsley would have been fine to have called it off there had the lad simply backed away after the strike; he had got what he wanted. Yet, he instead retaliates with a shove, jaws seeking vengeance against the older man.

Used to his opponents fighting dirty - pirates be pirates, after all - Kingsley takes the push in stride, knowing resisting against the larger male would be in vain. He lets himself fall roughly onto his side before using the momentum to roll completely over and back onto all fours. However, the boy's snapping teeth still did happen to find purchase. A trickle of blood surprises Kingsley, who pauses as he feels it beginning to drip from a nick on his brow.

"Ah, ye got me!" he cackles, taking a few steps back to put some more distance between them. His tail waves behind him, evident he was enjoying the tussle. With a growl, he baits the child once more, "do it again!"