Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

A collision of muscle and perseverance – black fur melded with red, and reeling from the onslaught earlier, Ivitaruk felt his own grip of the fight succumbing far too fast for his pride to handle. His opponent made to lunge toward his face – and swiftly, the red tyrant maneuvered himself from this, twisting his large form to curl away from her and face her head on.

He did not pause with this – he could not bring the she-wolf down if their distance maintained itself. Ivitaruk closed it once more without hesitation, except forward to her, his jaws stole the chance to try to grasp her limb within his grip – not to maim, but only to pull forward and stumble her. Tonravik was fast and livid on her paws, and her teeth became closer and closer to their target with each tiring second, unless he could push her down.