This had never happened to him before. His teeth had locked around the side of her flank, but she had a mouthful of his throat. The fight had reached the end. What were the chances of a tie like this? He spat out fur wildly, his body still rigid and on edge. When she started to leave he grunted. Things felt unfinished, but he wasn't going to attack with her back turned. He wasn't a respectable man, but he didn't want to keep fighting. It had gotten to close for comfort, and he didn't want to play with fire. Things were over- and that's what he wanted.

He didn't say anything back to her. He was too shocked at the conclusion of their fight to make a witty remark. His muzzle hurt more than he had expected, but he kept very still until she was out of site. It was only when her figure was gone that he let himself relax, dropping his shoulders and assessing his wounds.

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