Overture Downs make your peace

The familiar russet figure catches his attention quickly as he turns to check the area behind him for any sign of familiarity. He tenses slightly at the sight, though his fear is muted this time. He's keenly aware of the cooling blood in his neck fur and the deep throb where the woman had bitten him, but he can't help feeling a little more confident after the encounter. Obviously he'd won; he'd left the woman blind, as good as dead surely. The thought further slows his breathing as the other approaches, and he's grateful for it.
A brief, faint smile tugs at Zephyr's lips when the other greets him, but his expression is solemn again when he speaks. Demon, He returns, pausing for a moment as his gaze sweeps over him. Fight me. The words are level, more invitation than challenge. He knows he's likely to lose, but the adrenaline hasn't quite faded yet, and it seems like a great idea to him regardless. Surely this will help him become stronger.