Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

As he stumbled, she made no moves to further attack him as surely she would have were he an enemy. Instead she moves toward his side as she rounds him, keeping proximity close. But Ivitaruk was wise, lashing out quickly and taking advantage of the closeness they both needed. Her attempt to side-step was too slow, she was not always so quick with her hefty weight. His fangs combed through her fur, skirting skin gently. She knew his nip would not have drawn blood, but had she not have maneuvered slightly away, she would have fallen victim to an obnoxious, ego-bruising pinch.

She moved forward to press fangs into shoulder but quite literally caught air in her haste. She huffs, preparing her next assault.