He still didn't feel quite right after the attack. He hadn't been to the infirmary because he'd regained consciousness by the time the DE's had retreated. Plus he was a werewolf, his healing ability should have sorted things out. It had been a stupid way to be injured; he'd dodged a hex only to have a suit of armour fall on him instead. Something had hit his temple and he'd blacked out. Luckily he'd been left for dead. So it was a slightly dazed wolf that lay next to the stands that night, watching as the others ran, but not feeling much like joining in.
Two of the younger ones started squabbling nearby and Jazz growled a warning to them. They had no time for infighting. No matter what the tensions. He glanced round, not really wanting to get involved and hoping there was an older wolf in the nearby area that could put the youngsters in place better than he. But, shit happens, and he was the closest. Curling his lip in another warning snarl, he moved closer, claws sinking into the mud of the pitch as icy blue eyes watched the two.
One was considerably smaller, both were males and he suspected it was the usual pissing contest. But as a yelp came from the pale grey wolf he bounded forward. Enough was enough. They didn't need any more people injured. Swatting the darker wolf aside, he bared his teeth at him, blocking him as the other wolf fled. From the looks of things the youngster wasn't about to back down and Jazz sensed the retaliation before it came. He sprang away, but not fast enough as claws raked down his side. Thoroughly annoyed now, he snapped at the other wolf, teeth a hair's bredth from his throat. Snarling, he towered over the dark grey and obviously managed to look menacing enough for the pup to have second thoughts.
He watched as he turned tail and disappeared, before letting himself drop to the floor. Laying on his uninjured side with his back pressed to the wooden hoardings, he observed warily as the other wolves passed to and fro, counting down the hours until sunrise. No doubt his transformation would be a little on the painful side. He lifted his head and offered a response to the howl he heard, ears flicking slightly at the direction the mournful sound had come from.