Victorious yet again.
The brute stood atop a raise in the ground, head above the others. He looked appreciatively at all his loyal followers, the members of his pack who had been willing to risk their lives for him, and bowed as thus. His eyes and muzzle were covered in drying blood, and his flanks were wounded and weak; but he was still standing. Again, he had been victorious in keeping his lands, and now, he knew the full extent of his pack members loyalty.
"My brothers and sister," He called out, voice full of adoration. A certain spark of his former self was growing into a flame; the fight had only proven to him his past beleifs that teamwork and loyalty and love would prevail. "Today I still rule these lands, and i thank-you all for being by my side when I needed it most. You shall not go unrewarded." He turned to the vanquished and stared hard at him. "As the loser of my second fight in Sora Asiatic, I shall not spare you much mercy. Leave my lands and don't come back, if you do, the consequences will be dire." His eyes shifted to the fallen's members. "Now, as promised in the deal, do you pledge your allegiance to me and my members?" He asked, voice booming. his pride was untouched, and growing by the minute. This was his land, these were his loyal followers, this was his kingdom.
He had been victorious yet again.

Niavo stood near, beaming with his own pride for his alpha. He glanced about fuertively, wondering what the reaction of the others would be, hoping all to go well now. The ebony hybrid let himself stand a bit tall, but not in a way to be arrogant or certainly not to overdue Dathan; and in anycase, Naivo was on the smaller side. He wanted to congratulate Dathan, but he thought better of it while Dathan was adressing everyone; he'd wait till a bit later, perhaps.

With a quick glance to Niavo, the first to arrive on the scene, he gave a small smile. Niavo was, as far as he knew, the only other male in the pack; it couldn't be that easy surrounded by oceans of estrogen (but it wasn't bad). He had a certain respect for the native, solitary male (himself aside), who had remained loyal to his lands. A little talk would have to occur later, he told himself, returning to the rest of the pack.