Even now as his snout thrust against the meat and muscle of Jinx's neck, he kept his teeth away from her. The rumble of her chest spurred him to react, goading him even if it wasn't her intention. The bestial noise was soon met by his own rumbling tones, as he tried to circumnavigate her close body. Her teeth flashed in his vision but he could not duck out of the way - still, too slow, too rusty - and the spectre's canines caught upon his nose.
He felt the skin tear slightly. It wouldn't be much, just superficial. Njal reacted with a quick lift of his snout (which was probably a poor decision) that exposed his neck very briefly. He was trying to knock at her exposed teeth before they could vanish from his reach. Again he snapped his teeth, but this time the man drove his body toward Jinx with the intent to strike her shoulder-to-body, and bowl her over. With a squared stance and the scent of blood upon each inhalation, Njal was thoroughly invigorated.