Bearclaw Valley Don't Know Much

When the other man finally gave up and released him, Revui stepped back. He shook out the tension in his shoulders, the serration of his coat giving him a wild look. A low rumble started in the pit of his chest but he curtailed it, looking over his shoulder at the boar he'd abandoned. His shoulder was sore, so too was his back and his neck, however it was the loss of his pride that stung the most. If he hadn't been preoccupied prior to this spar he'd probably have won - or so he told himself.

The man's voice was met with a sneer, a cold, sharp glare. This time. Revui comments darkly, unable to find the mirth in this moment. He was a sore loser. There was work to be done though, so he ducked away from Skoll and proceeded to grapple at the boar body, tugging at it, working at pulling it across the grass again - as if the spar never happened.