Moonspear you win or you die

They connected quickly enough, but he was swift to disengage. She answered his sound with one of equal ferocity, and as his foreleg lifted Hydra moved to attempt to pull his earth-bound one out from beneath him. Even as she did this, she felt his own paw press against her shoulder; with no weight thrown with it, it did little to deter her from her own wicked design of wanting to get down and dirty. Her fangs were on display, but her eyes were bright with amusement and happiness both. The din of their teeth and their bodies was a different sort of music to her ears, one she quite clearly enjoyed. 

Her mate was strong and capable, and their spirits were similar. Two indomitable wills had found their match in one another, and what a pair they made.