Stone Circle Black as your soul.

The flurry of fangs lasted as fast as they had come. With a rip, fur and flesh tore away as Revui turned tail almost colliding with his associate on the way out. Blood stained the woodland boy's pelt, a fire lit in his shoulder as he remained standing, panting before emerald eyes shifted to the other.

West spat the clump of fur that remained on his tongue as his jowls pulled back to reveal his fangs. It was true, this one never pushed him, but after his friend's attempt, he wouldn't risk it.

Looks like you've won.

So he had. A moment of pride swelled within his chest drawing his tail back up to a dominating posture as Skoll turned. It was not without his own injuries though, the boy could feel the blood running down his leg as he watched the troublemakers leave. It wouldn't be until they were long out of sight that he relaxed once more, going to feebly tend to his own wounds.