Round two. The wolfos had not taken the last fight's results well, the bitter taste of defeat making him silently fume and grump about his room at the idea that HE should have won or HE was better. Really, the ghost was just too proud, too wrapped up in himself and while in part even he knew that-

He stupidly didn't pay that fact any real mind.

Once more, he wanted to fight. Fight for the right.

To be alpha.

So how did he do this?

Ask for a rematch via letter- looser buys winner a pound of bacon.

Letter sent, Frost waited.

For honor.

For glory.

For bacon.

bloodlust dante