Ghastly Woods loving never gave me a home

The sound of his friend's laughter chased away any residual concerns over accidentally hurting the smaller yearling's pride, and his own tail joined in the drumming. Dace certainly thought that Felyx had been slick, but he wasn't about to go out of his way to assure him, especially if it lessened the shine of his own feats. His smirking grin was particularly smug now. There was no attempt at moving to make matters any more comfortable for the loser either.

"Damn right you have," he answered with a jab of his nose down against Lyx's crown. When that relented, an equally charcoal-black paw took its place. Most wolves would let up at this point, especially with a friend. Dace reveled in the position instead, never quite easing up on the pressure, on antagonizing.

"I'd make ya eat dirt right now, but it's mine."

It was a good thing Felyx had no pride to begin with, nor any issue with others being sore winners. In fact, it was interesting to see this side of Dace - very similar to how he'd done a victory dance on their first encounter, but now quite literally rubbing Felyx's nose in it.

"Yeah, yeah. All yours," he said, shrugging his shoulders as far as he could manage - which wasn't very far at all, with Dace crushing him like he was. This wasn't too unlike his fights with Cynder, though there was usually blood drawn in some way there.

He hummed thoughtfully, recalling Dace's statement from earlier, and wondered vaguely what the other yearling's views of ownership were. He claimed the dirt, apparently, but the insinuation earlier was that he owned Felyx, as well. It was an interesting topic, certainly, and one that he'd have to bring up at a later date.

"You planning on letting me up at some point today, or what?" he asked, raising a brow and looking far too comfortable for someone currently being smushed into the earth.

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It had taken Dacian longer than the other children to learn that if he liked 'dishing it out,' he had to be able to take 'it' in return. Even now that he was aware of what an equivocal exchange meant, though, Dace was still a long ways away from being able to truly tolerate it. That was another perk to the way Felyx interacted with him so far, letting the younger teen take his swings without much consequence for them at all. Spoiling him a little, one could even say, especially if they knew Dacian's tendencies to be given an inch and take a mile instead.

"Uhh," his smile dried up at the question, as though he really were about to get serious, "do you think you deserve to be let up, like ever?"

His mouth couldn't maintain such a straight line for long. It cracked open again like a geode, exposing the jagged gleam of his teeth.

"How about you make it worth my effort?"

His muscles went extra slack then, truly lounging atop Felyx now. He stretched his forelegs out as far as they'd go before sighing contentedly, like a wolf settling in for a good, solid sleep. A clear (and of course largely empty) threat that Lyx better offer something good and fast, or else.

He'd have to have Dace lose one of these days, just to see what would happen, though he imagined Dacian pouting and glum would be a lot less fun than the alternative. Even if Felyx had a bit of dirt in his nose and it was difficult to draw full breaths with a much larger wolf currently using him like a sun bed.

Do you think you deserve to be let up, like ever?

No, probably not. In fact, it would be better for the world as a whole if Felyx were to perish here, smothered and defeated, but Felyx wouldn't say that out loud right now. Not when he was about to make a plea to get up.

How about you make it worth my effort?

Now this was something Felyx could do. Dace was giving a lot of strange signals today, so he wasn't exactly sure just how much teasing he could get away with. It was difficult to discern exactly what Dace might want from Felyx, especially with the whole mine and blessings situations. At the very least, Dace didn't think Felyx was ugly, and liked him on some level. Would a bit of flirting chase him off? Did Dace even have any experience with that? It would be funny, to Felyx at least, but not if it scared his current favorite playmate away.

"But you already have so much dirt," he wheezed, splayed out on his stomach with a grin. "What else could you possibly want?" He cut his eyes toward the other boy, studying him. Testing to see what he'd say before he attempted anything.