losing my religion

The spar was relatively even - Rahzie got a few blows in, but the other woman got her a few times as well. There was no blood drawn, except for the occasional scratch from a stone in the ground, but there would be bruises after this. The coywolf grappled and rolled with the pureblood, fire burning in her orange-tinted eyes though she was beginning to tire. This match would end soon - the question remained as to who would be the victor.

All at once, Rahzie found herself making the mistake of turning her back to her opponent, and the grayscale woman lunged at her and slammed the coywolf into the ground. The fiery girl tried to buck and roll, only managing to expose her stomach to her adversary. The coywolf was pinned. The other woman was just heavier enough that Rahzie could not escape from under her weight. Angry, frustrated, and now shamed, she snapped her jaws upward a few times, only catching air between her teeth as her passionate struggling slowly died down as fatigue came over her.

Rahzie's savage snarling faded to a defeated growl deep in her chest. The coywolf would not verbally admit defeat, though it was clear who remained in the dominant rank now.