Round 2.

Xairo flinched as the stranger's paw tapped his shoulder, a growl rumbling in his throat at the unexpected contact. But even as his instincts screamed at him to retaliate, to lash out, he forced himself to pause. To think. The brute’s words echoed in his mind, a challenge he couldn't ignore. Keep the fire burning without losing his head? He would show the older wolf exactly what that meant.

Xairo began to move, his steps deliberate and measured as he circled the man once more. His green eyes tracked the older wolf's every movement, searching for an opening, an opportunity to strike. But this time, he wouldn't let his anger control him. He would use it, harness it, make it work for him instead of against him.

With a sudden burst of speed, Xairo darted forward, feinting left before pivoting right. But rather than waiting to be intercepted, Xairo dropped low, his powerful hindlegs propelling him forward in a lightning-fast lunge. With open jaws, he attempted to catch the stranger high in the chest- the lower part of his throat.

"Xairo Saxe"