Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

She heard when she got an impact and felt that familiar victorious pride at having successfully knocked him sideways.  For how well Fennec could lose herself in a spar with Niamh, she also was pretty keen on the difference between a pained sound and a surprised one.  She didn't bother with that when she sparred with Niamh or even her mom, but with Fig and Bronco, things had always been different.

She wasn't expecting him to pull on her.  At first she tried to resist, and she crouched and braced... but then her shoulder protested.  It should have been healed better at that point, but it wasn't all that long ago she'd reopened it and had Reyes help her treat it.  The infection was gone, but it still wasn't up to full capacity.

So it gave out, and instead of standing, Fennec wound up coming to land right on top of him with an oof.  She tried to slow it down best she could and not flatten him, but to be fair, he had kinda brought this on himself.

He was warm though.  For a breather, she stayed where she was, letting the ghost of the pain in her shoulder fade out and enjoying using him as a partial body (heated) pillow.  I feel like that's a pretty rotten move to use, she said wryly, but without moving to get up.  Unless you plan on hugging the next bear you meet into submission.  The idea of it was so ridiculous that she couldn't help nearly laughing, and for a minute, she definitely fully forgot her previous rocky mood.