The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

He bent beneath her, crumpled, and Aeronwyn wanted to end this. She wanted his submission, his begging, not his death. He may be arrogant and rude, but did not deserve to die, yet. She growled through his fur, slightly muffled but still audible, a singe command. 
"Submit"
She released his leg and darted for his scruff, planning to hold him should she be given the chance, but his head, in an attempt to head-but her, hit her shoulder with a dull thud. She snarled, as pain blossomed, but continued to try and grab his scruff. Her shoulder would be out of use for a few days, thanks to the stupid oaf.