His life was seeping through the wounds that he had suffered, draining out onto the Dahlia ground. He was not the fighter that his alpha might have wished for. But if Minos knew what Haku's real plan had been he would know that he was playing the part just fine. Whether he lived or died was no concern to his leader, but it was a concern to Minos. He had fought for his life at every turn, even if the other had not threatened to take it Minos had still pleaded for it. Begging was not something that he would do here, but his instincts were not clouded like the rest. He had already bypassed what his body had wished, and attacked the coyote on sight without engaging on the normal animal-like rituals of sizing one another up and giving aggressive displays.
But he did not want to die, and he was beyond thinking about himself before the well being of the pack. His shoulder hurt in a way he had never hurt before. Even the bite that Haku had given him was not as harsh as the one the coyote had. Minos leaned backwards on his hind paws, shoulder screaming as he twisted and turned to run. If the other chased he would stand and fight again, but there was nothing that Minos could gather from inside to give reason to attack the tan canine once again. He had nothing to gain, he had no true vendetta for such a thing was for a creature that thought more highly and less instinctively then Minos. His gait was off, and with each use of his injured leg he limped significantly. His pride didn't even stop him from tucking his tail low and between his hind legs. Minos had never belonged here, as so he retreated like the omega he had been born to be.