Bonesplinter Ravine macabre

The blow came, knocking the power from his attack, winding him slightly. Her teeth were there and her weight finished the attack. He toppled sideways, pinned under her teeth and paws.
Perfect.
He grinned, taking in the air and regaining a normal breathing pattern so he could talk.

"That was perfect," he smiled, sitting up and yawning.
He was proud of her. He'd not seen her fight like that in the woods; though he hadn't really instructed her before. Either way, she seemed more comfortable out here, even if the ravine was one of death. He just wished he'd spent more time helping his siblings rather than going on his own excursions. 
"What now?" He gave the reins for her. Perhaps she had another situation in mind or she might be too tired. It was probably past the middle of the night.