08-24-2012, 02:10 PM
He stopped, studying the male now. The words were quiet, muttering in the air. Both of them had taken a good beating. Telling which one was more injured would be difficult. The surrender was unexpected, as Raoth had been prepared to fight until the other died. He hadn't learned to stop yet, that it wasn't always necessary. Accepting that the dog was telling the truth Raoth lowered his arms and sank to the ground. Orange eyes continued watching the other male, expecting an attack while he was resting. He just had to take a moment, get everything together.
Cleaning up would be his first priority. Finding a stream to wash all the blood off was a good idea. Then he'd need an excuse for the cuts, something to keep himself from being punished for needlessly fighting. Maybe he could claim it was from training. A flimsy excuse, with the clear bite marks on his body. He'd just have to bandage it up and hope that his master wasn't so curious as to examine the wounds he bore too closely. Raoth would have started to lick the blood clean, but he didn't have any way to do that. He'd have to wait.
Cleaning up would be his first priority. Finding a stream to wash all the blood off was a good idea. Then he'd need an excuse for the cuts, something to keep himself from being punished for needlessly fighting. Maybe he could claim it was from training. A flimsy excuse, with the clear bite marks on his body. He'd just have to bandage it up and hope that his master wasn't so curious as to examine the wounds he bore too closely. Raoth would have started to lick the blood clean, but he didn't have any way to do that. He'd have to wait.