Dance with the Devil

After a moment, Strai raised his head. His own eyes assessing the Nidhogg properly for the first time. Their first fight had ended with Strai unconscious, and then they had spoken through a box. The second fight had given him little time to do more than assess attacking points. Now, now he could actually look. The wolf was a giant, and his features looked a little familiar, though he couldn’t quite say why.

He understood there were consequences. Being put in the box was because he had trespassed onto this land, and attempted to steal prey. Well, actually, it was because he had done so and lost. It was the losing part that really mattered. He saw no harm in giving this wolf his name, and so he did so. He said in that rough, gravelly voice of his. It had not been a compliment, but it had stuck.

"Speech"