Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Deluge was impressed when her prince quipped back with a line of his own and she matched his steps to bring their chests closer together, both using their hold to try and throw the other off balance. She opened her jaws to pull at the thick fur by his cheeks, a show at a jaw spar, if she could get in a muzzle grab, she would, but there was little malice behind it. Whoever won out in this little warm up could get serious for the next one.

They were so close to stumbling, it would probably come down to who landed on top again. She wouldn't be upset if their positions were reversed this time. She just had to get one more line, she couldn't let him have the last word. "Are y'sure y'aren't a magician? 'cause whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!"