Bearclaw Valley Don't Know Much

The man thrashed and thrashed and it made Skoll bite down harder, though he wasn't ripping or tearing at the other man's skin. If he were to let go he would lose. Losing wasn't fun. Skoll was hyperfocused on staying planted in his spot, not being able to be moved or pushed anywhere. And it seemed to be working. 

until the other man yelled for their sparring match to be over. 

That made skoll immidiately remove his teeth from the shoulder of the other man. Moving in a quick motion to not cause any more damage and to back up out of the space of the other wolf. He was tired, maybe due for a break for a bit. Somehow he'd been able to overpower the stronger man. Skoll could tell the other wolf was tired, too. Maybe from his hunt before that, or something else. Eyes scanned him, spotting the shoulder where he was bit - it surely wasn't that bad. But something of an emberassment from being overpowered by someone weaker. Weak points were easy to spot if you focused. Skoll focused and won, even if he cheesed his way through a lot of it. 

Heterochromatic eyes wathched the other. 

"I win." A snark.