Ouroboros Spine what beasts they are

He could feel her cool gaze analyzing him, his own blue ones surveyed his leader's black paws, slowly ascending upwards though he made sure not to make eye contact, he was not here to challenge her. She was strong, bulky and robust, which meant she was not as speedy as himself. That was his advantage. She was probably a seasoned fighter, trained since she was young, like those of Rome. It was an assumption, but his assumptions had never been wrong before.

The Alphess feinted towards him, then withdrawn entirely, her tail waved, inviting him to fight. But the black whale knew it was not an invitation, it was an order, this was the way he'd always known. Smoky velvety ears slid back against his skull in defense — she wished for him to start first, he preferred to let the other make the first move but it did not matter. Without hesitation, the Roman struck, quick as a serpent. He aimed for her left shoulder, though his bite would be gentle, it would not break skin. Averk's first move was simply to test the waters.