Ouroboros Spine from a wound carved as an oath

It took the smack from Tonravik before Echelon released her hold, but it was just a means to progress her actions. She sprang forward to bump roughly against her aokkatti, growling right back. Though she tried to parade an imaginary status, Echelon could hardly puff up her body to come to equal stature with the towering Tonravik. At best her chin brushed across the muscled back of her superior, the thick guard hairs sticking through her thinner coat. She nipped at the flesh there, making her own desires clear. It had been a long while since the pair had sparred and while she was needy of the attention she could muster from Tonravik, it was also something that she missed.