Brute force won out over agility this time, as Morganna's balance and intentions were shot through. She fell and crumpled, and for a moment he was tense, expecting her to get up and carry on, but to his grim satisfaction she stayed down. Taking a deep breath, and letting the adrenaline of their relatively brief encounter ebb away as his coarse fur flattened and his composure calmed, he regarded the defeated Archer. Under different circumstances he might have seen her surrender as a failure or sign of weakness, but this was something she needed; her ego and arrogance had to be stripped away to see what she was really made of, deep down. She had to understand her own capabilities even better than Craw if this was going to mean anything. His lip did curl, though, in a twisted smile at the hint of sulk in her expression, and stepped forward twice to leer over her.
"I wouldn't say that," he said evenly, reaching down to briefly grab the end of her muzzle in his teeth; pressing down briefly but gently, he left the message of his victory clear, but then he released her. Moving his nose instead underneath her chin, he pushed upwards, indicating that she should get up, and ultimately re-affirming that he hadn't forgotten the heirarchy. Disrespect was not a part of this training, should they partake in it further. Giving her some space, he shook out his coat and then smoothly sat.
"By all accounts, life here is soft. You have had little reason to really learn combat, so you fight as though playing, or as though hunting the single-minded prey. Now, though, you have purpose beyond that." And I think you may prove yourself yet, he didn't say, though leveled her with an even gaze as he waited to judge her reaction.