He gave her a feral grin, enjoying how submissive his mount had become, even if she was acting. And she did look good, fur matted with blood and sweat, chest heaving, body moving with his. No response was needed, only the most ancient and primal one, as he kept movements slow and steady, slowly building her fires back up. She would get some sleep tonight, otherwise she wouldn't be ready for her debut tomorrow at the tourney.