Swiftcurrent Creek but dreams come slow

Dice Rolls: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1271
Current HP: 24 - (5-2=3) = 21/24

The bridge of Jinx's nose wrinkled as her body thudded against his, but though her aim was true, he was too quick for her. Her jaws snatched at air as he whirled away from her attempt to grab him, displaying an expert confidence in his abilities. Their bodies touched in the blur of combat, yet neither wolf took offence to this; it was the way of things. She hissed a seething growl, somewhere between disappointment and approval, but it was short-lived. Njal seized this advantage given him. His growl caught in her ears, garnering a response in the form of her own curled lips and rumbling snarl, but the snap of his jaws was a ruse.

She realized it too late to stop him; his nose cut upward for her throat, and though Jinx pulled her head away as best she could, she could not avoid a sharp jab to her neck. This would usually signify a fatal hit, and a fatal mistake on her part, but they were pack. Though it would have ended a true fight, should the nose have been teeth instead, it did not end this one. Tucking back her head and thrusting up her ears, the female darted for his muzzle, hoping to clamp it in her jaws and win back some of the respect she had no doubt lost.