Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

this ones a miss!

Her move for his shoulder ended up landing upon a limb. This exposed her to him, enough so that his next move would for certain hit her if she did not snake away from her. In normal circumstances, Tonravik would not release; she would aim to cripple him. They could tear at her thick, rolled scruff all they wanted; she could survive the wounds there, they would not survive the break beyond a week. Two, if their pack cared to waste their food upon a wolf that could no longer contribute. With any wolves but her own, she fought to ruin, to kill.

This, however, was different. She learned every day, and was constantly reminded of things to be mindful of. So as he gently pushed, Tonravik relinquished her hold on his limb and moved to pull back, moving to snap gently again at shoulder, intending this time to take hold.