Sirius successfully pulled her to the ground, teeth in her scruff as he got his body over hers, holding her down. She squirmed beneath him, and got him a few more times with her thorn wrapping. He was bleeding from more places then he could count, but most of them insignificant. The only ones that really ached was his shoulder wound, reopened, and the fresh teeth markings that landed just below his eye. Her last, furious and wild attempt to win.
He held himself over her, not doing anything, simply containing her, panting a little from their quick, but rough battle. A growl still working its way through his chest, his teeth still on her scruff. “Zee,” he whispered in her ear through his mouthful of fur, waiting for her to submit, to admit that he had won. Won the right to call her Wife… and something else.