Anthem felt fur and flesh in his mouth and he tried to nip and then release it as fast as he could. He didn't want to be stuck in this position it left the top of his neck and shoulder area open. A good spot to get a hold and not let go until your opponent was to tired to fight back. Before he could even begin to move to attack again she had his muzzle in her jaws. Sharp teeth pressed over his nasal canal and pinched at his lips. A warning growl rumbled in his throat but then it faded away. This match was over he was getting to tired to keep it up and she had a hold on him that would restrain him quite efficiently. Letting himself go limp he relaxed. She had won and he was running out of energy to keep this spar going. A submissive whine escaped his jaws. He wanted her to know that he was done but didn't want to try speaking in case her jaws clenched at the movement.
His crouch turned into a laying position. The game had been fun while it had lasted and he felt almost happy. The adrenaline in him was fading and the bruises that he had gained during the match were twinging with pain. Even with that his eyes gleamed with the happy look of someone who had just done their favorite sport or hobby and was content. He was content the fight had been a good one and his opponent was one he would have to find again for a rematch.