They fall in line, One at a time, Ready to play
No time to lose, We've got to move, Steady your hand
As he turned he realised that his attack had worked perfectly, and that Dutch had fallen to the ground. His tail ached from where he had pulled it from her jaws, but he ignored his pains. He moved to pounce on the fallen wolf, before realising that she had given up. She got to her feet quickly, if a little unbalanced, and pronounced him the winner.
He released his tense stance, falling into something more easy, and offered her a warm smile. “Thank you for the match, Little Dragonette. It takes mettle to go against an opponent much larger than yourself, and you did not so much as flinch.” He gave her a very slight incline of his head, he saved his bows for his ruling class. “You have my respect” he told her. She was already turning to leave, thanking him for the bout with a wink. “Wait, may I know first your name?”