Lorcan had spotted Odin’s mistake and used it to his own advantage, dipping down low and lunging for his throat. Had the younger male gone for another tactic, he possibly would have won, for even at his young age he possessed a larger frame than the agouti subordinate. For now though, the dark boy would have to back down. As Lorcan gripped his jaws threateningly around the boy’s throat, Odin’s eyes widened in realisation. As Odin’s tail curled beneath him to submit, Lorcan’s black-tipped tail moved in the opposite direction to curl dominantly above the arch of his spine. The posture felt wrong, foreign for the medic, but in such circumstances it was de rigueur.

A low growl rumbled through his throat and his russet ears perked up at the sound of the boy’s submissive whine. Satisfied that he had made his point, Lorcan slowly let his jaws part open to release his captive. Golden eyes followed the boy, watching as he slinked down to lay belly-up in the snow beneath him. Silently Lorcan stepped to the side to distance himself from Odin a little and allow the younger male to recompose himself. Readily accepting the submissive lick to his chin, Lorcan’s tail wagged and he then proceeded to bury his muzzle into the boy’s scruff affectionately. No hard feelings. Tail still wagging, Lorcan glanced back across to Craw, wondering what he made of it all as he approached him with his head dipped down respectfully.