They fall in line, One at a time, Ready to play
No time to lose, We've got to move, Steady your hand
He looked to the small, dark pelted wolf as she stopped her exit, and turned back to look at him. He offered her a grin, still running on adrenaline from their fight, that the smile came easily to the warrior. He wasn’t often charitable, but he could respect the mettle of another warrior.
“Dutch, I’ll remember that” he promised, wondering if he could seek her out in the future for fights. It was good to have someone who jumped in, fearless. He didn’t have to wonder for long, as she spoke his thoughts out loud, promising another bout in the future, whenever she was westward next. “I’ll hold you to that” he said, getting to his feet at last.
“Well, Dutch, i’ll be seeing you” he said, offering her one last toothy grin, before he himself turned, and began to head in the opposite direction, his spars where only just beginning.
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