Lost Lake Down to the Bone

With a nod from his opponent, Tlarx braced himself as the wolf began to sprint toward him. It was an uncontrollable run; one that hoped to slam right into him. The white man decided to move to the side, but Kegan was too fast for him. The gray wolf hit his flank, knocking the breath out of him. Tlarx pulled his side in, wincing as he did so. Brown eyes stayed glued on Kegan as he regained his breath within those few moments. With an unemotional face, the gray-white wolf turned to face him. His side was instantly aching. Ignoring the pain, Tlarx decided to throw his own body weight upon the male. With a grunt, he came forward, paws extending in the air as he did so. If he was successful, he would throw his paws over the shoulders of Kegan, pushing his weight down upon him to force him to the ground.

Kegan had slammed into Tlarx's side harshly, sorry for Tlarx. The man Ignored the pain. Suddenly, the white, gray saddled man through all his weight against the silver pelted lad. Kegan tried his hardest to push back, but it was useless, since Tlarx was a large wolf.

The white/ gray man had sucedeed. Tlarx had already thrown his paws over the lad's shoulder's, and now was trying to force him to the ground. The boy was struggling to keep up. Finally, Kegan had fallen. Weight had won over speed.

(This is a very crappy post, my muse is just terrible. sorry for the wait)

Tlarx began to grind his teeth together as Kegan squirmed beneath him. The large man had succeeded in throwing his paws over the male, but would he fall? After a few moments, they both went downward; Kegan hit the ground. Baring his fangs, Tlarx released a hasty snarl, keeping his weight upon him. He wanted this to end already. The man was patient and would continue for as long as he had to, but he did not want to harm Kegan any further. Parting his jaws, Tlarx turned his head to the right, attempting to wrap his mouth around the side of Kegan's neck in a show of dominance. If he succeeded, he would release a menacing snarl, demanding that the younger wolf submit.

Kegan had hit the ground pretty roughly. To be quite honest in fact, Kegan had known from this point, that he would surely lose. Tlarx had realised one hasty snarl on the boy, and still had his own weight on the silver pelted wolf. Kegan could tell that he already had enough. Kegan had known that Tlarx could have easily ripped his leg , and probably could have easily ripped something else up. Tlarx had attempted to attach his long, sleek muzzle onto a side of Kegan's neck, of course Tlarx was doing that because of dominance.

Tlarx had given out a low, menacing, serious growl, the gray/white male was demanding that Kegan submit. Of course Kegan had, what else was he supposed to do? The boy had lost, he quietly submitted.

Tlarx's muzzle remained wrinkled after he snarled at Kegan. The younger wolf submitted in silence; it was over. Releasing his grip on the boy, he took a step back, dipping his head to him. "A good fight." His words were simple, but true. If he did not get a grip on Kegan's leg the way he did, the fight may have turned out completely different. His tail raised automatically in dominance. With a turn of his head, he eyed his woman in the distance, his face stoic yet showing pride. He was the new leader of Poison Path.