“Alright, okay, you won.” He huffs out a sigh of defeat from below you. He was overconfident and challenged you to wrestle, as he was used to coming out as the winner whenever the two of you would spar. You got lucky, pinning him down beneath you, his golden gaze meeting your own, sharp canines peeking out as he softly pants. His tail began to lash about, as if suddenly irritated by something, his voice a low growl in his throat, “Alright, get off of me.”