I'm done playing

Kotori’s horns only managed to slash fur, hardly effective. Kotori felt his dad’s head connect with his own muzzle, Kotoris teeth clacking together. As if that wasn’t enough dad’s claws dug into his shoulders. Kotori still refused to go down just like that. He was determined to win this thing and prove himself!

With his dad’s weight on him both wolves ended up on the ground and Kotori shifted his weight, trying to unbalance his dad. The goal was to roll his dad over so Kotori could end up on top. For a moment it felt like it would work. Was Kotori really able to offset his dad? The boy pushed up with his hind legs, muscles bunching up to try and get Sirius off but finally, with a disgruntled huff Kotori gave up and acknowledged his dad had bested him.

It was irritating. He had both been brought down fast and yet had been teasingly close to thinking he’d be able to turn the tables on Sirius. A small part of his mind whispered that meant his odds were better the next go around, it also whispered Sirius wouldn’t be warlord if not for being an excellent fighter but, the strongest emotion he felt was still the frustration of loss. Kotori preferred winning.

“Alright, you won. Today.” The today had to be added damnit!

"Kotori Fatalis"