I hear you fight for a kiss

He managed to get his teeth into the back of her neck, hoisting her part way into the ear. She growled and wiggled and fought him until he lost his balance, and she fell the short distance from his maw to the ground. She seemed irritated, but the Warlord knew he wasn’t easily beaten, and she had done damn well. He shook out a few of the pains she had left him with. “Damn, but you're getting good, Asla. I can tell you, a lot of our recruits don’t get me as good as you do.”

he was accustomed to winning, but he could see the loss didn’t sit well with her. “I won’t ever go easy on you, Asla. I temper myself as I must with all my fights, or seriously injure my wolves. That goes from you, to the largest of us. But other then that precaution, if you win against me, you’ll know you did so to earn it.” As much as he wanted to give her a win, she deserved more respect then that. “Do I get my prize?” he asked, more softly. Her old man teased her gently.