Silvertip Mountain Not to young

Zaria sprang up and nipped at his neck; it didn't hurt but it did make him laugh. He wasn't in the mood for the spar any more, not after he thought he had injured her. "Serves me right for having compassion." he said with an almost giggle, smiling fondly at the woman who had captured his heart. One of the only few wolves in this world that could make him care about more than himself in the middle of the blood lust. "Let it be known, I don't usually show compassion in a fight; but you are an exception." He didn't want her to think that he couldn't take care of the pack in the way a guardian should, but he did wink in a way that suggested he was kidding.

FitzDutiful had let himself fall from Zaria's momentum, so he was looking up at her. He let her decide whether to accept the surrender or not.