Stone Circle Black as your soul.

The way the stranger reacted to him told Revui all he needed: there was indecision, hesitation, and while they reacted promptly enough to avoid most of the snaps of his teeth, he did not retaliate with as much finesse as the leviathan expected. With that said, the two were evenly matched when it came to size and force; Revui managed a few grips and tears, but he could not bowl over his opponent any easier than they could tackle him in to the dirt.

He parried with his fangs, reaching for flesh and eager to tear at that rugged, warm body. Electricity sparked whenever Revui touched upon his opponent - and blood did bloom, just not enough of it, and by the end of the spontaneous jousting it was Revui who was spouting the majority. He was driven back by the frenzied action of the other wolf — inevitably pushed away from the borderland, nearly colliding with Skoll where he waited with an incredulous expression on his face.

It was over as soon as it began. Revui's chest and face were streaked with blood. He felt dizzy, angry, drunk on the smell of blood, but he knew when to withdraw - and so he did so, retreating in to the dark of the trees where he paced along the outer limit of the claim, and then as he spat a chunk of bloody flesh from his tongue, moodily lunged away from Easthollow. He left a trail of red in his wake - but at the very least, West had been successful.

The bruise to Revui's ego would take some time to mend.