It had culminated rapidly and her snarl quieted; he returned one of his own and backed off. Amekaze rolled onto her feet and decided him a respectable foe for not taking it further than necessary and taking her hint that it had been enough with that. He would earn his points for being a Creek wolf with some sense in his head. Maybe if he had been there when she had been amongst their ranks herself, they could have fostered something akin to friendship, even. But fate had never dealt them that hand.
She gathered herself to stand, delicately balancing much of her weight away from her front leg and attempting to ease weight off her wounded shoulder as well. It was all the more reason not to linger here long; masking the hurt could only be done for a short while, and she had a walk back to the mountain to look forward to. At least there she knew they had decent medics in training that could benefit from the practice of tending her, should she decide to seek them out. Good,
she answered, smirking some as well. He ought to enjoy his cuts. I can say the same. You fight well,
she complimented with a small dip of her muzzle.
Ame did not even have his name, but didn't pry for it. Her eyes skimmed over him yet again, just because she had the opportunity to. He was still on the defense, subtly coiled and readied in case she was a dirtier brawler, or feeling like acting the part today, but she would not spring on him. He had let her go when she had asked. The dark-furred female would remember him well.
i want to bleed in the 「r a i n」