Round Two. BRUTALITY!

Alaric's fangs clamped down on nothing as the lion seemed to be retreating. He glanced at the smaller wolf, who seemed to be backing off as well. Did she not want it dead? He raised a brow curiously. How odd. A sigh left his black maws. Fine, let the thing go. If wouldn't last long with a injury like that anyways. If it wanted to suffer and desperately cling to life before death, who was he to deny it's choice? Alaric would've preferred death in battle but alas he flicked an ear. He turned his gaze to the she wolf and dipped his head in respect.

"You have quite the bravery." He meant it, too. It was something that seemed to earn his respect. "Are you injured?" He didn't see any wounds. He wasn't injured. He thought it best to keep a respectful distance between them and let her decide where this goes next.