Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

In the near-distance, she found him. As he dragged his claws against the bark, Tonravik drew closer and closer and by the time he noted her, she had almost closed the distance between them. She circled him loosely, tail rigid behind her and noting his submission. Appeased, she looked beyond him for a moment before ascertaining no one was near. He had been here a short time, but she knew the man before her would leave as much a mark on this place as he had that tree.

She had told him she required a warrior, and he had accepted. It meant that they would train, today. He had rested only a little, but she and him had both rested for less of a time in the war. Life, war, and battle gave no reprieve. And so the woman moved to nip his shoulder as she slid to his side before going in front of him, and squaring herself. Her intent was clear, and she steeled herself, preparing her own defenses and nodding to him: begin.