Neverwinter Forest Clean & Jerk

His stumbling was all she needed. Tonravik was deaf to his words, and as he stepped backward she stepped forward. As he turned, he went to speak. Tonravik did not enable it; as he spoke, she went at him, but he seemed to catch on. She was quick herself to turn broadside now, sliding slightly to attempt ram the apex of her shoulder into the head he thrust forward like a bludgeon. Her own move was perhaps more aggressive than his own, with the intent to knock sense into him.

And, as he spoke of safewords, well, she didn't need to hear it. Snake-like, her own muzzle reached out, fangs bared to try and grab his own muzzle in a dominating fashion between her jaws. The woman was a wolf well-versed in combat, and was far from exerting any true amount of energy upon him, but certainly sought to deliver some well-aimed blows... though not in the fashion he desired.