Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

Otays!

While Tonravik was eager to spar, and knew well this was play between them and far from a true evaluation, when a wolf was one the ground, it was natural that she swing to his front and move to hold him there. She was large, but their proximity granted her the speed she otherwise would not have, and she held to him. But it was for a moment, and she was swift to release, her fangs instead moving to nibble at his muzzle as she gave him space. He moved near a foreleg, but her trust for him had no limit.

So as he antagonized, Tonravik went to grab at an ear. Unsure if she held it, she growled nonetheless, though the sound was not one of irritation, anger, or annoyance. Instead it was born of excitement. The leader was happy for him to be here.