Dathan

The silver brute lifted his head and let out a victorious howl, his golden orbs closed to eliminate the light, which was killing his aching head.
He felt the pride of his victory, and watched LEgosa exit the terra, his ego bruised. Knowing full and well that the pride of male wolves was precious, he let him go, to avoid any more prideful pain. There had been enough pain and injury for one day.
He awaited the rest of the pack to respond, to see what he was dealing with before resting.