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Somehow he managed to topple Vercingetorix, but had to skitter back and out of the way to avoid being crushed by the larger wolf. He ran through the prior events quickly in his head, trying to determine if there had been a way to succeed that didn't involve throwing himself out of harm's way. He concluded that there wasn't... at least, there wasn't any way that he could think of. Surely more experienced wolves had better tactics. Ephraim was still very much a beginner when it came to strategy.

He positively beamed at Verx's praise, but as this was just a spar meant to blow off steam, he didn't ready himself for another go. He saw the opening presented by Vercingetorix being downed and knew that in a real fight, he would need to continue pressing his advantage. Right now, Ephraim was more interested in discussing other ways to deal with a hefty opponent. Besides, he was the kind of guy who thought it was a little arrogant to flaunt a victory by rubbing it in more. A win was a win even if it was only won by the leniency of his foe; no need to push his luck.

If I was you and you were me, he said, taking a moment to consider their chosen battlefield, what would you do next? And could I have avoided having to dodge away when you fell? These were all things that would come in handy later in life, for most wolves were larger than he. He would always be the underdog in that way, but that didn't mean he couldn't become skilled enough to take down even the largest wannabe in the world.