It wasn't as if he were unaccustomed to wolves fighting, he just hadn't known them to fight without.. well, killing each other. His mother had died in a fight - to protect him, no less. But apparently, a fight could end in more results than just victory or death. Who knew! The woman seemed on the same page with him, noting that it seemed like they all just fought each other all the time. She looked like a willing participant, all bandaged up and whatnot. She wasn't bloody, though, so he assumed that she'd seen one of those healers or medicine wolves or whatever they called themselves. Whoever they were, he didn't trust their techniques. She introduced herself as Rhythm, and he took careful note of her name for future reference. If he was going to belong here, he had to know who else belonged here.
"So.. did you at least win?" he queried, unaware that his question might be sensitive in nature given that there was a fifty percent chance she didn't win. He was a child, after all, so those things didn't always occur to him. She didn't look that bad, so he kind of figured she'd at least held her own if she didn't win altogether. He wouldn't know without seeing the other guy.. or girl. His tail tapped the earth once before curling neatly around his hips. "What is it that you all fight about?" Did they fight for food? Other wolves? Some sort of.. prestige? All of these things were foreign to him, as he'd only known fighting to exist for the purpose of.. well, not being killed or kidnapped.
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