Duskfire Glacier unafraid

damn right, he rumbled, voice low and dry with the weight of exertion. but pride gleamed in his eyes—untamed, wolfish—as the bloodied ear landed at his feet. she had earned it, fair and well, and he made no effort to take that from her. instead, he lowered his head to sniff it once, then looked up at her with a flicker of crooked amusement tugging his scarred lip.
he hardly had the chance to respond before her shadow lunged across his own. a grunt left him as she collided, force not enough to fell him but enough to stagger the moment. his paws shifted wide to catch the weight of her, and he let her press him back, the ground firm beneath his spine.
his breath left him in a huff—half a growl, half a laugh. faust did not resist. didn’t have to. the victory was hers today, and he wore it well.
bask while you can, he murmured beneath her, eyes sharp, teeth just barely bared in a half-smirk.