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At first Ezekiel was glad that he'd managed to keep her down. He won! Winning always felt great no matter what you were doing. But then he noticed that Niita'a mood had shifted from enjoying the spar to fear. She was struggling under him, desperately trying to move. She submitted to him quickly, and he leaped off, worry in his eyes. Had he hurt her? Memory flashed back to his days at the bluff, seeing the crippled bodies of other wolves. And it frightened him. 

He darted forwards immediately after letting her up, sniffing and scanning for the problem. Are, are you ok? He said with concern, checking her scruff to see if he'd accidentally bitten too hard. He noticed only some small cuts here and there and was confused instantly. The stark grey wolf stepped back, brows furrowed in confusion. Are you hurt? I'm sorry if you are. Zeke felt really bad for doing whatever he'd done, and his victory certainly didn't feel like a victory yet.