You Howl and Fight Your War and Talk of Being Free

I went into the table thread in the sparring pits to roll for the winner (because I really wanted to try it out). Kove won with an even, Cres with and odd, and the number was six.

The head of the pale wolf nodded out of understanding to Meldresi, but then his attention was focused fully on the silver eyed wolf. He put aside the fact that they shared a pack, that they shared a Brotherhood. Both things seemed small in comparison to what he'd done. Kove was definitely overreacting a bit, but it was a matter of pride, and maybe an ounce of betrayal and distrust. The man before him had shared things with the one he harbored feelings for that he had not wanted shared right away. No, that wasn't the real cause. The real reasoning behind his actions was the fact that the guy had even looked her way. Her light was much to bright for a shadow like him, and he didn't want him to taint her or treat her as he did so many other woman.

He lowered his head a bit and pulled his ears back, working to circle around his fellow pack member. In the white knight's head, Crescendo was a mere piece of meat—prey, if you will—and he planned on treating him just like that. He would circle him and nip at him, and if the other still refused to make the first move, he'd up his taunting. Kove was frighteningly calm as he moved around, waiting before he reached the others hind quarters to move in and snap it his hind legs, then move away again to continue walking the circumference of his opponent. He would stay quiet, nearly perfectly silent, all the while, giving him the chances to watch every twitch of the man's muscles if need be.