Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

Her teeth clung to his nape – insistent, dominant.. and yet gentle. She preened at his fur after pulling away, and like the torturing asshole he was, he chewed at her forelimb until she firmly restrained him, clipping him in the ear. He snorted with bemusement, his muzzle swinging to flatten upon the ground in recognition that she had won this spar, and in turn, allowed his tail to beat across the ground behind him in casual reverence.

“This I have missed,” he rumbled then, finally moving to push himself up. His eyes inspected her carefully, reassuring no harm had come to her, though he knew he had been as gentle to her ass he had been to him. He missed Tartok during his journey here – and now, with an old friend before him once more, he knew he would settle well at the Spine for as long as he was required.