Blacktail Deer Plateau Battle of the bruh

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dauntless had not intended for his bite to be hard enough to pierce flesh but it is easy to get caught up in the rush of the moment. dauntless moves with sunny as his brother tail tucks and lowers to the ground. at sunny’s whimper of resignation dauntless releases his grip upon his muzzle, the faint tang of blood lingering upon his tongue. dauntless takes a few steps back and takes a deep, even breath to level out his pants, a wide grin tugging the corners of his muzzle upwards. victory was his but dauntless didn’t gloat or boast. there was a slight swell of pride in his chest but he coveted it, not deigning to rub his brother’s loss in his face. dauntless knew that there would be days he won and days he lost and that both were useful in learning how to become better. “that was a good fight.” dauntless turns his grin to sunny and draws nearer in the hopes of gently bumping his nose against sunny’s muzzle in a wolf version of a fist bump. whatever feelings of competition dauntless had, had entering the spar have since dissipated ( for the time being, anyway ) and all dauntless is left feeling is sore in his muscles and hungry for a nice cut of choice goat. “you feeling up for a hunt? i bet we could take one of the goats that hang around the porcupine ridge border.” dauntless suggests ( offers? ); regardless of if sunny accepts the invitation to hunt or not dauntless will set off to hunt one with the intention of taking some of the catch back to lavender.