Hoshor Plains reflections

What he manages to grab he isn’t aware of, at first, but the touch is gentle without any true pressure. And after a moment of stillness, realization comes to him. Victory has never tasted so sweet. Even though Ira isn’t in her best condition, it is still a feat worth a pat on the back for taking on the best fighter he’s ever known.
Eve withdraws, a chuckle soon to follow because she is right; the hit was blind and lucky. Ha, I guess all that, uh, training came in handy. He amuses with the wag of his tail. Uh, thanks for sparing with me. I think we’re both on the road to recovery.