Sharp Tempers
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Fist connected with flesh in a satisfying crunch. A familiar sting ran through Raoth's arm as he drew back his fist. That would hurt later, after the fight was finished. At least he wasn't punching trees. Not that a mutt's face was much softer. A yelp rang through the air as the dog tried to figure out what had happened. The coyote smirked, tail held high behind him as he watched the reaction. That's what he got for challenging him! No one did that and got away with it.

What a weakling. Rubbing at the punched spot. Raoth had long since learned to ignore such things. Left him vulnerable to being hit while he was still recovering. Of course, he did still do it on occasion, but things like punches were quickly shaken off. The accent was thick, harsh words rolling smoothly off the other's tongue as Raoth was cursed. Hackles raised as he growled deeply, not caring for the insult. He was more than an animal! He deserved respect, and would be given it! Again Raoth punched forwards, careless of what the result might be.


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