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With any other enemy, Fin would not likely have been quite as gracious of a winner.  Nightjar's thrashing as she finally knocked him down spurred her adrenaline and made her want to pin him and rub his face in the ground.  She certainly would have done that with her own brothers - hell, if it had been Colt, she probably would have pissed on him too to REALLY rub it in.  But this was Nightjar, and the godmother was good enough to back away when he snarled, knowing well enough that they were both aware that he had lost.

"You're getting better, Ninja," Fin complimented as she panted, trying to regain her breath.  She withheld from vocalizing the thought that one day soon, he'd be big enough and likely strong enough to give her a real challenge - it was rather condescending.  For a moment, she wanted to scoop him up and give him a loving kiss on his brow like she used to when he was a pup, or like she did now with Eljay.  But he was getting older, and Fin was not about to slip into the role of being the lame, embarrassing Aunt that babied him.