The instant of opportunity from Tychon’s assault was the moment just before he would follow his neck, where his neck was at it’s greatest extension and before the transition of her being in his power. And she secured it. His teeth met her leg; her teeth clamped over his scruff. He threw himself forward anyway, hoping to dislodge her grip on him. The movement caused her teeth to bite into his skin, though the damage was no deeper than the skin. It bled; he felt his fur wet. However, despite his attempt, her leg resisted him*, and kept him to long in one place. Her weight, with her leverage, pushed him down. His teeth raked against her leg as he fell, but he quickly opened his mouth before too much damage could be caused; Tychon had no desire to harm her to the point of weeks of healing.

His shoulder slammed into the dirt, and his amber eyes looked up at Kalseru. Her teeth twisted his skin, pinching. He noted the vitality of her expression; her eyes were slightly convex in a eye-smile. He scowled at her. He hated her for winning, but she was damn cute in doing so. Dammit, Tychon thought. His chocolate furred head fell into the dirt and he blew out a concurred snort. Dust puffed around his muzzle. The extensive scarring of his face was toward her. He must look like road kill - run over and still snarling. Tychon waited motionlessly for her to let him up.

His didn’t understand a lot of what was going on with his emotions. He was peeved - he knew that really well. He felt the loss reaffirmed his inferiorority. It stung, but he’d been an inferior subject since birth because of a defective cleft lip. He dealt with it - burried it through will power - because it happened a lot. More concerning was another, overlaying feeling. Tychon’s emotional compacity was equivalent to a teaspoon, so feeling a different layer beyond the irritation was somewhat alarming. It felt like hunger satisfied, but that wasn’t “it.” “It,” maybe, was that she’d fought with him. No one did that without begrudging him. Maybe she was less of a push over than he’d originally thought, so he understood better why it was she and no one else, who would lead Spirane while Daenerys recovered. Maybe he thought Bewilderbeast actually suited her.

*Note: There is a bit of powerplay in this post. Just let me know if you'd like me to correct this instance!