Dance with the Devil

Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t compete with the Black Nidhogg. As he scrambled towards the older wolf's head, he felt his perch suddenly move, and before he knew it he was tumbling forward. He landed on the ground, hard. And felt the wind knocked out of him. He lay there for a few moments, wheezing and struggling to draw in a breath. Expecting his foe to end him.

But he didn’t, and after a moment, he caught his breath and struggled to his paws. He looked up at the titan he had fought, and struggled to understand what to do next. After a long, reluctant moment he lowered his head. Submitting to the other wolf. Vidarr had beaten him, fair and square.

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