Humiliation was to little of a word to describe the feeling that now swelled in the Ostrega's chest as he ungracefully shook as much as the white material off his tousled coat. As he proposed the game, the possibility of being beaten had never crossed his mind. And yet, he had been the one forced to bite the floor.
This wolf -- no, the Plateau wolves, were no joke.
And they were also of his liking.
With his tail lashing to one side as the female expressed her triumph, the coywolf abstained from pronouncing a word, only a sarcastic tsk came from his lips as he tried to redirect the conversation from his embarassing defeat. Never had the man given in to loss and tucked his tail under his legs without attempting to use one of his many tricks.
And this time was no different.
Instead of turning the other cheek and accepting his failure, the man allowed a crooked smirk to crawl upon his features and shape his lips into the same cocky grin he had began with. "Totally let you win" he retorted, his tone meant to be nothing but playful."You never know, I could become a serial killer right now -- you'll be my first victim" he played shrugging his shoulders as a twinkle of malice sparkled in his golden eyes.
It was true that Ciervo was a serial killer -- but wolves weren't his victims and announcing his assasination plans beforehand wasn't his modus operandi.
The brutally murdered fox that he now used as a rug could confirm that.
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