You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Alaric's maws had clamped down around the heel of Oath successfully. He gave a tight squeeze, watching the rainbow spotted man carefully for his next move. A bluff charge with his horns? Oath'd have to do better than that. Alaric's stance remained firm, he knew he had the advantage. He could easily break the leg if he wanted to, quickly, before Oath'd horns could touch him. But he didn't. That wasn't his goal. He raised an eyebrow, his words muffled by the leg. "Had enough?" He asked the male wolf before letting the leg go. He respectfully nodded to the male before speaking again. "A good fight." He commented briefly. "You did well."