Kintla Flatlands Vanity will cost you

Woot! Good spar!

He flipped her over, holding her body underneath his own. Pinned. She squirmed beneath him and he shifted above her, transferring his weight where it needed to be to squash her efforts. Eventually she stilled, admitting defeat with body language alone. When words failed, actions would have to suffice.

She licked him. A quick motion on his muzzle. Kero startled, staring at her for a moment before he pulled himself off of her and made his way back to his feet. He circled, putting a comfortable distance between both of them before he sank downward into a stretch with his tail waving high above him. He pulled through that motion, transferring his weight to his front shoulders as he lowered his rump and stretched his hind legs. Stay limber. Stay nimble. Release the tension in muscles once taut from their spar. Get that mobility back.  

There was still some sort of smug, electric energy about her. He did his own thing with the stretching, but cast glances in her direction here and there. She lingered for a bit and he stilled, tipping his head aside as if to ask, "now what?"