Swiftcurrent Creek but dreams come slow

Efforts proved to be futile as Jinx's strength forced his head down; it wasn't an outright thrust of power, but enough for him to release a short and shallow rumble, and then she released. The spar was over and it was clear that Njal had lost, but both combatants were complacent. The grey man breathed raggedly for a moment or two, his mouth sliding open - lips across his previously exposed teeth - and tongue lolled out, licking at the air. Gulping it. When Jinx spoke he only gave a deep-breathed nod; clearly exasperated. His mouth clicked shut once, opened to gasp for more air, closed twice, three times, and he finally caught his breath. "You are more skilled than I anticipated," Njal commented. He did not want to be insulting, but his words were truthful. "I enjoyed that."

The man hefted himself to his paws, and shook his body; hoping to cool it with air at least a little, before taking to the trails. He passed by the white woman with a courteous nod - although his tail lifted and flagged in tired dominance, if only to reinstate his position despite the loss. As he passed he muttered, "Another time, perhaps?" And then passed in to shadow.

[exit]