Swiftcurrent Creek but dreams come slow

Current HP: Jinx missed her attack and Njal had a glancing defend.
17 - 0 = 20

The woman's murmured growl was met by his own bestial sound; Njal was overtaken by the joy of the spar, which was something he missed. He hadn't been entirely aware of how badly he missed fighting like this, but it had been a long time between such exploits. It was good to get his blood pumping - and the invigorated male was ready for more. Jinx reacted as any wolf would, when faced with an unexpected attack; she retaliated as best she could. Teeth snapped and bodies drew close to one another, but the woman failed in her efforts. This left a gap within which Njal could place himself. He saw her teeth flash near his face and responded in kind - baring fangs and snarling with the gnashing of his pearly whites, which were meant to ward off further attempts. He wanted her distracted as he rose up a few inches upon his back legs, and draped his heavy chest across her back. It would be easy enough for the wide woman to snap at him now - he was exposed - but Njal would take this chance to try and end the fight. He wanted to force her down and pin her, the way he often tried to win his battles. The rumble in his chest extended to his belly (and he couldn't help but feel a masculine satisfaction that spread like heat along his belly. Jinx's attempts at freedom did not help this sensation).