Ouroboros Spine hellbent

The other did not stand down. Tonravik's wrath was immediate. She wasted no time, lurching forward and dipping her muzzle over her throat to protect it for an instant, moving to attempt to ram her right shoulder blade into the others chest, knowing full well her own stature was enough to overwhelm Alusia when push came to shove. Tonravik had earned her place hundreds of times over; she would do so here, demanding respect. Her intent was to knock the wind out of the smaller wolf, and in the process, her fangs were revealed to seek purchase on the others shoulder, so that she could push down if said purchase was gained.

Tonravik was sure to maintain her defenses all the time, her eyes narrowing and her lobes flat atop her head. There was no time wasted, here; she would put this wretch in her place.