VICTORY.

Rancor's ears twitched as he watched the wolf flee, obviously the thing was clearly out of it's mind in more ways then one, and completely shattered from losing. He allowed himself a grin, tentatively touching at his shoulder and a few other wounds. They would fix up, easily enough, but for now, a rest might be in order, at least long enough to mend up before facing down one more wolf. He turned, quite satisfied he'd managed to show a mongrel werewolf what was, and hoped quietly in his mind the other clans were just as ready for such things.

He turned, making his way back towards slightly more civilized corner of the world. At least he'd have some cheerful news for his clan mates, well, singular unless she turned up someone else. It'd been a good night however, and part of him almost hoped this encounter would happen again.

Claiming 2 tickets for win.