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Glaukos didn't feel powerful this time around. He had managed to overpower Kallik as he had wanted, not unscathed, and even with the brunt if his weight leveraged over the other wolf, Kallik was a frenzy of teeth. Together they were bloody messes.

Germanicus was calling an end to the hostilities. It took time for the boys to detangle; Kallik squirmed and kicked, Glaukos gnashed his teeth and snarled, and when they came apart he paced, spitting blood in to the dirt.

One of his eyes had begun to swell and shut. The side of his neck was mangled. His face was painted brilliant crimson and as he glared at Kallik's retreating shape, Glaukos heard the dripping of blood tick tick tick to where the earth could absorb it.

They had stopped the spar - the brawl, whatever the fuck it had been, but Glaukos was still glaring, still incensed by all the pain Kallik had put him through. He didn't understand why the other boy had been so aggressive and could only reach one conclusion: that Kallik wanted him dead.

That wasn't ever going to happen.