~ ZEV ~
Zev had Hedin against a tree and his chin shoved back to bare his neck before the wolf submitted.
When Zev finally released him, both of them were bleeding. He shook his head, carefully not moving his left arm due to the ribs he thought might be cracked from a powerful kick Hedin had landed on his side.
The male hadn't shifted to wolf form to fight, which was a good sign that he didn't truly want to see Zev defeated. But he'd fought like a whirlwind with fangs and for the first time Zev was nervous about his ability to get through the wolfpack and challenge Lhars in the few days needed. Especially if he'd already cracked a rib.
He had thought about Skhal's comment, though, and left his shoes deep in the forest. His feet weren't as calloused as they used to be, but the tougher his opponent, the less opportunity he could afford to give.
