What's The Point?

The pair went at it, and Ravage was starting to feel suffocated, but he didn't have the mind to back down. The large male had a hold of his scruff and Ravage felt he was in an awkward position to be able to do much without risking more damage. Though as his teeth sunk further into the flesh of his opponent, he felt the pressure on his scruff release and his opponent backed away. As soon as he felt the other male begin to back off, Ravage released his grip and did the same, breath coming out hard as he prepared for another attack just in case. Luckily, he would have some reprieve from the fight and it was clear Ravage was the victor this time around.

It seemed both men would have the same idea. Both had stepped back to catch their breath and both kept an eye on the other. He didn't trust others so easily, and something told him he probably shouldn't trust this guy. Not yet at least. "Who are you?" Ravage worked to catch his breath, tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted hard to try and find his breath again. "Ravage Saxe." He answered simply before swiping his tongue across his muzzle, "Who the hell are you? Wasn't expecting you to back off so soon." He admitted.