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Roll here.

Donovan’s resilience is stronger than she thinks. He’s been hardened by battle his whole life and is used to the pain. Even then, the wounds the chocolate she-wolf gives could be worse; he’s sure she isn’t using her full strength or really trying to earnestly kill him and this he appreciates. Though if she is, he’s impressed, but he’s still able to overpower her. After all, he has a couple years of training on her and his weight and size. He still doesn’t underestimate her, he can tell she holds massive potential. 

Even with this in mind, he urges her forward — sideways to her. His lips pull back in a vicious snarl at the pain that rips through his shoulder. Donovan is sure he’s bleeding again, she seems to be merciless and he finds himself liking that about the stranger. Despite her efforts to stay latched onto him like a leech, with an aggressive roll of his shoulder and a shove towards her face with his body, the brindled male makes the angle impossible for her to continue to hold. Yes she leaves impressive wounds as he rips her teeth off of him, but it hardly effects him.

What it does do is fuel the fire within the massive wolf-dog and with a hearty shove and thrust of his body he’s able to finally make the female topple over onto her side. He quickly moves to stand on top of her, a dominant position for their kind. Yet it is only now that he willingly lets go of her throat. He brings his head back to gaze down to her. Blood dripping down the side of his face from the gash on his brow and he pants, the slightest hint of a smile appears on his face as well.

He’s clearly impressed and it shows in his expression. He nods down to her and flicks a black tongue over where whiskers sit on his muzzle, licking off a bit of crimson. “You’re good, Nemisis. I’d be honored to have you fight by my side.” He hums down to the female. For now he deems the fight over. Unless the she-wolf says otherwise.