Lost Creek Hollow no good deed

the man yielded, the ended of a short but good spar -- terance decided. he was a guardian, not a warrior, and though the man protected many wolves in his time, he had never quite mastered the art of offense. defense, he supposed, was his strong suit. either way, the spar was all in good nature. 

"i agree," said terance with a toothy grin, a single sweep of his tail. and then, to the compliments, terance dipped his head low. "thank you, i take care of them the best i can." though terance did not know his name, he did not ask, and the man left soon after. terance lingered, just in case, and when the coast was clear he took off back into the territory -- feeling a bit prideful.