Forever in battle

Lets wrap up!

Crescendo spun away, leaping a few feet away from the Swiftcurrent wolf. His wounds stung, but he could care for them later. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue the fight, just that he didn't want to waste any blood on a fight like this one. If the male wanted to continue the fun, however, Crescendo wouldn't stop him.

"You fight well, for a sheep. Lets call it a tie, before one of us dies." he admitted grudgingly. Of course not as good as him, (In his mind) but still good. His lust for a fight had faded, but a lust for...something else...had replaced it.

He panted, eyes still cold, but with a little bit of respect in them. "You would go far in a strong pack, like Blackfeather. Consider it." with a whirl, he trotted with in the direction that he had come, mind on a certain fae he had yet to greet...