Elijah
I lay on the ground, my body aching from the intense battle. I couldn't believe I had lost to Scott. I had always thought of myself as the stronger one, the one who would lead our pack.
As I looked up at Scott, I felt a mix of emotions. Pride, because my brother had fought well and deserved the win. But also anger and frustration, because I had come so close to victory.
Scott approached me, his eyes shining with a mix of concern and triumph. "Elijah, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, my voice gruff.
Scott offered me a paw, helping me to my feet. "You fought well, brother," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm proud of you."
I nodded, feeling a sense of respect for my brother.
