His weight on her, his smell heavy and of charred earth, his tongue burning into her wounded shoulder had her lips part, fangs showing, and a whine of pain from her lips. She shook under him, as heat flared in more than just her shoulder. Heat pooled in her belly at his challenge, her mind not thinking of what was going to happen if she did or didn't concede. All she knew was a very strong male had beaten her for the first time outside of her father. There were others that could do so, but very very few, and none that would do what he just did by tasting her blood, and sealing her wound.<br/><br/>She panted, eyes half open, he would want an answer, and thinking to struggle against him was pointless. She had already tried to phase from under him again to no avail. She didn't think after that, only tilted her chin to the side and gave him his answer with the paleness of her throat.<br/><br/>The cameras in the training arena had never left the two, and the one watching the screens with the dogs touched the male's shoulder. "It has already begun. Our little bird is about to be grounded."