What's a God to a nonbeliever

Before Alaric could turn and leave the area, once Ultyr was on his feet, the scent of a other came into his wet nostrils. Alaric turned his head to see the spotted male wolf emerge from the trees, definitely not in a good mood. Alaric simply flicked an ear as he listened to Ganymede's words. After the male was done ranting, Alaric let out a brief sigh. "You are right." He had to admit it, the spotted male was right. However, Alaric still felt satisfaction at the damage done today. A lesson was learned. One that he thought Ultyr needed. "We should be more careful from here on out." Alaric paused, searching for the words. He was torn, truly, between remaining semi agreeable with Ganymede and rubbing more salt in Ultyr's wound. He guessed the salt would have to wait. He dipped his head towards Ganymede before motioning his cane corsos to follow him. "Until next time." He told the pair, moving towards the forest to go clean his own wounds. The bite was deep but not nearly as deep as the mark he left on Ultyr. He could wash the wound, keep it clean and dry, and it would most likely heal on its own. At least, that's what he usually did.

-Exit Alaric unless stopped-