Hideaway Strath To fight this thing until we've won

They meet in the middle in a harsh clashing of bodies. Kynareth has slippery feet it seems and he finds himself on his back just as fast. He kicks out defensively in an attempt to dislodge her, but it seems his efforts bear no fruit. 

He sighs with a wide smile and gives up, lying beneath the pale woman as his golden eyes glint up to her with mirth in them. 

“Good fight, sweetheart, it seems I’ve lost.” He hums up to her easily. He has no problem losing to those in his pack. Especially Nyra.