Ouroboros Spine drinking arsenic

Dodge 7! For funsies and realism!

The white wolf neared him, her body moving with that heavy boldness that so often clung to her form. He watched her. His muscles tightened beneath flesh as she slipped past him to wrap her teeth around his tail. He turned, pressing his hind quarters sharply aside as she snagged the tip of his tail. It pulled through her teeth and freed it self as he rounded on her, lifting a paw to cuff at her nose and warn her off.

"What," he snapped, teeth flashing as he squared his shoulders towards her once more. He hardly recognized her in this haze. His eyes were looking, but not seeing this wolf for what she truly was. A friend perhaps? Something? He didn't know. The tension within him had been running at full throttle. Still was.