Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

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Tonravik herself was a woman that was merciless. The wolves here were odd, but she hardly adapted to their oddities. Only one would earn an undeserved mercy from her, but it was hardly that; Tonravik was a tactician. Her mercies were savage plays for her future. Those that mistook her for soft often found out too late how wrong they were. But with her comrades, she was a fair ruler, strong, demanding, and firm. Strict, to be sure, but for their own good.

He shifted backward and went for her as she laid into him. As his fangs sought shoulder, they managed to brush feebly against it as she angled herself and moved to latch onto his own in a similar fashion, to anchor herself onto him and push with the momentum she had gained in her success. It was a grab; her fangs did not seek to sink deep into skin. Blood was needless between them.