Ouroboros Spine In the fell clutch of circumstance

No go on the shoulder. Her teeth connected but Kroc found no purchase there due to the way the dark wolf moved. A paw flashed out and Kroc reacted but not in the expected manner. Both females yanked their paws back, a snarl ripping from her throat now as she hopped backwards a bit to evaluate then situation in as short a moment as possible. Tonravik was probably much more refreshed in true battle than Kroc was; intruders were different than a wolf fighting for something bigger than just themselves. 

Kroc, too, used her paw, swiping at her Alpha's skull, the pale beast ready to rattle and roll as they made their way through this not-so-serious fight. It was a good way to brush up on her skills and let Tonravik know that she was no lump on the log when it came to battle.