Sleeping Dragon you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story

Snacha half expected Thuringwethil to saunter back again, so when she didn't (and instead stumbled forward), her paws made contact with the alpha's shoulder. The raccoon-girl released a pent-up growl in return, and used her measly weight to shove against the already unsteady Thuringwethil further to the ground. If she succeeded, then she would attempt to pin her. If the shove failed, Snacha would use the move to roll them both a few times, and use the injury to her advantage. 

Either way, Snacha was surprised to find how winded she was now, after such a short spar. She tried to hide her heaving sides, but it was hard to do so and concentrate on taking Thuringwethil down. The journey from Trigeda to Drageda had been harder on her body than she'd thought, and she'd have to work to rectify that immediately following this spar, whatever the outcome.