Bearclaw Valley what would i do

He didn't go down immediately, and bounced back quicker than expected, a grin drawn across his dark face; and it was a grin that Revui mirrored, albeit with less humor and more sneer-quality. Revui was accustomed to moving deliberately, slow and steady but full of power with every stride. His assaults were hard-hitters, and he was always pleased with bloodshed. But one thing he had ingrained in to his brain was the obvious truth: you do not draw the blood of pack mates.

It took more focus for him to hold back, to keep Evien safe, than anything. The dark boy wove close, lunged, snapped. Revui repositioned his limbs to easily avoid any contact, striding to one side and then surging forward again, as if he was about to throttle him a second time with his weight.