Childe panted, sweat running down his brow. His lungs ached, his body was sore, blood was trickling down from his lip, but most importantly...

He lost.

It sent a thrill through him. He softly purred, taking in your own sweaty, sturdy form. Perfect. You were perfect. You could defeat him, that meant you were a suitable alpha by his standards. It made him ecstatic. After so long searching, he found someone who could defeat him.

He found his alpha.