Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

Miss. 1/5 for Ton.

He was uncertain how to feel of this – and briefly, he wondered if he was softening as he aged as well. As a yearling, the crimson wolf would have unleashed himself like that of a fireball unto his opponent, no matter their state. If they requested it, who was he to deliver?

Tonravik thrust to him, and while he would have braced himself, it was not enough, and the large wolf stumbled. A low snarl loosed itself from his jaws, his ears sliding back to his skull so as to not be an easy target for the beast before him. He had fought her many times over, and usually, she won. He had also seen the damage she could truly do, if infuriated enough.

His own jaws sought out her shoulder, his paws gripping to the ground as he pushed forward.