Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

The fight didn't go on for long, and when the large male jerked back away from Valour, Clarence let go as well. Still, he bristled and growled, muzzle wrinkled and body stiff as he stood to the right of his leader. He wouldn't leave - couldn't really, as his stomach had certainly torn back and there was blood beginning to gather and drip from his soft belly. 

Stepping carefully closer to Valour, Clarence's eyes flicked from wolf to wolf, waiting to see what the Warlord would tell him to do. He wanted to go home, but if Valour wanted to stay, he'd stay.