Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

Tonravik had fun, here, and although her endurance was surely more than his own for the moment only given he had been traveling so much, and likely was tired from that arduous journey, even she felt the familiar burn in her muscles that foretold of the fatigue to soon come to her. Her movements were slightly more sluggish, but she was able to at the least sidestep and miss his fangs, her jaws catching his own for a brief moment as antlers might catch an opponents antlers, and they spread wide, protecting the shoulder he had come near, and she sparred in moving to push toward his own shoulder.

It was a clear miss as her jaws clicked closed on open air, but she did not dart backward, knowing proximity would be her ally here as it was in all situations. Her body was always quicker than her mind as instinct told her the next behavior, but there was a delay as she breathed against him, watching with fangs bared. They were boxers resting against one another in a brief interlude of quiet peace, but the moment would end as quickly as it began when he made to move for her again.