my frosty toes

A triumphant grin spread across Romulus' lips when he felt Lillith's smaller, slender body squirm trapped beneath his bulkier frame. His maneuver had been successful, and now he had the wildly kicking girl wrapped up in his arms. To her credit, Lillith struggled like mad. Gods damn, did she put up a fight though! How could a wolf who kept claiming to be so sick and weak give him a run for his money like this?! She squealed his name and burst into fits of giggles and laughter. She was clearly having the time of his life, so even if he ended up winning this spar, he was just happy she was having fun.

In a shocking turn of events though, Lillith actually managed to squirm her slender body out of his grasp, freeing herself enough to flip herself over with her belly pressed to his and two alabaster paws pushing down on his chest to keep him pinned to the snow-laden ground. Although neither of them had technically eaten any snow this time around, Roman was covered in it and successfully pinned beneath Lillith. He gazed up at her with wide, surprised silver eyes. She had somehow pulled out another victory from him! Even when things looked grim for her, she managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. To say he was impressed would have been a gross understatement.

"Wow, you actually got me again!" he remarked, curling his forepaws up to his chest and leaving his belly exposed in a sign of submission to her. His tail wagged excitedly against the snow while he stared up at Lil in disbelief. "Damn, Lil! Are you sure you're as weak as you say you are?" This made twice in a row she'd beaten him. Once he could take as a fluke, twice and she was just better than him. "Well, you won, little snowbird! What would you like to claim as your prize?" He flashed her a mischievous grin, wondering what she'd opt for her prize for beating him fair and square.

"Speech"