Sharp Tempers

[Raoth]

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.

[Harvey Butler]

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If it had been any different time (most likely in the past), Harvey would have taken full advantage to the other's apparent need to rest. But now, as weak and emotional distressed as he was, the red merle australian shepherd just couldn't find it in him to even care. The though was absent from his tired mind, and all he cared for now was to get back home, wash up, eat, and get a long night's rest in his nice, warm bed...

A soft whimper escaped him again, involuntarily (as was obvious when he glanced about in an embarrassed fashion, feeling even more childish by the sound) as he stood straight, shaking his head. Get... Uhm... He huffed, not looking at the coyote as he spoke, Maybe a stream... T' clean ya off, mate. Cold should... 'Elp wif the soreness, too... His words were mumbled as he started off, nothing much on his agenda now but to get away... Get back to Halifax, and forget the feud had ever happened. Run away from his past as he has been the last year.

There were no hard feelings, and he by no means even felt the need to spread the tale. In fact, he figured the less people that knew about the ordeal, the better.

With that, he left the mute alone.

[Raoth]

Raoth looked up at the whimper, a smirk on his face. At least he wasn't making pathetic noises. Well, he couldn't anyways. Perhaps he would have been whimpering as much as the mutt was if he could make such noises. He decided to claim the win anyways. Tail wagging he leaned back, watching the sun rise in the sky. Their fight had taken some time, passing the sunrise when they had met and begun their battle. It hadn't been truly long, but enough for them to both exhaust their tempers.

The male he'd fought stood tiredly, huffing the whole way. Nodding Raoth stood, wondering why he was suggesting ways to help with the injuries. They had both battled ferociously with each other. Why was he suddenly trying to help Raoth? Shrugging the coyote limped back into Casa, deciding not to dwell on it. As far as he was concerned, he'd won the fight, and was ready to claim his laurels. If he managed to make it there without falling asleep.