Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

His maneuver did not work – Tonravik coiled like a spring as he jerked forward toward her nape, and before he could change his course, she unleashed herself – clipping him heavily in the snout and jaw. It rattled his teeth, and a snarl erupted the male who pulled back a notch swiftly. He did not trail too far – and despite the gold stars that dazzled his vision now, the copper wolf rolled a shoulder forward, knowing her proximity to him, hoping to push her back from another attack until he could get his bearings straight.

He tasted blood now – having clipped a part of his tongue from the onset, and casting his cinnamon eyes upon the she-wolf before him, he withheld a smirk – minx.