03-10-2009, 09:47 PM
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Heath felt the weight against his paw, and heaved backward. Drawing the other male upward, his arm and body sang with pain. It made him smile, the grin he wore only widened. It had bee stupid to think that this guy was anything other the alright. Heath had under estimated the fight he had in him as well. It had been a good brawl. Hell yeah, man. The French boy gave in a lazy aching voice. He wasn’t shamed to admit the pain he felt, he was nothing but proud of each scratch and bruise he had received.
Shaking his ear in hopes of ridden them and annoying ring, Heath found that he would have to take it easy for a day or two. His balance wasn’t the sturdiest and if he had known better he would have considered a concussion as well. He touched his nose tentatively, finding that it no longer bled freely. He smiled again,
Man, that head butt move was great. Golden eyes looked over the other face, eyeing any gashes Heath might have given him. The younger wolf had never thought to use his own head as a weapon, relying on his fists completely. It was a good trick, one he would save for the future.