Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

He had confused her, but she caught on (albeit slowly); she swung, back, knowing in her case the best defense was an offense. His bulk certainly caused her to shift, but she was close enough to do what she planned to do, next. Tonravik lifted her head, chin dipped to protect vulnerable throat, and kept her jaws near his nape to push downward with her weight, to get him to fall beneath that instead of stumbling. Tonravik's tail waved good-naturedly; he put up a good fight.

She observed him, though, wondering how he would respond--even as she reached forward to grab, she noted his body, its position, and weighed his potential retaliations.