Wheeling Gull Isle The Arch

Success. She grumbled out in protest as he grabbed a mouthful of fur and flesh. She buckled down onto the ground, a clear sign of her surrender in the fight. Of she were a make and this was about dominance, he would have shoved her down, growl and make sure she knew her place. But he didnt. Her place was above him, after all, and a fight against a woman... well, he couldnt remember much of those, if any. 

He felt her teeth nip at his elbow hairs and he quickly let go, taking a step back to give her space. Her licked his maw, trying to reach the wound on his cheek but could not. Slices of thin red weld up on his short fur there. Instead, he stepped back to Ying, whining and lowering himself to the ground and tried to steal a lick at her wounded nape.