Swiftcurrent Creek but dreams come slow

There were no words, no formalities, as the bear-like girl came at him. She was eager for this spar and showed a certain prowess, even in the fleeting initial moments. Njal was quick to lower his head, but it was the only thing he was able to do before the full intent of her teeth gripped at his quickly-thrusted shoulder. It had been a while since Njal had a proper spar - and he was not expecting the younger wolf to be particularly skilled; her size was the immediate threat, not her ability. The combatants had misjudged one another. He let out a breath as he twisted his head, positioning his body as best he could despite her firm grip, and snapped his teeth. He tried to pivot and thrust his fangs in to her vision - a relatively easy feat, as Jinx was so close to him. The warning snap caught at nothing for he was not intending to catch her, only shock if it were possible. And as his teeth slid behind his lips, he thrust his nose in to her neck as hard as he could; trying to aim for her throat or the edge of her jaw, but it all depended on how close she actually was, and his own maneuvering.