Aiden panted harshly as he stood over the subdued werewolf. The mutt had finally transformed back into his human form. Naked, batted, bruised, broken, and bleeding in all his glory if you could call it that.
He lay there in a pathetic heap on the blood-stained snow and Aiden felt pride fill his chest, although anger still paced in his heart his wolf was unsatisfied as the mutt still drew breath.
Griffon stood at his side panting just as hard, but less injured than the mutt they had fought. Although the other wolf was limping slightly having taken a nasty bite to the front right leg, Aiden was not worried. They had easily taken this mutt down a peg or two and felt that they had shown him his place.
