Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

Miss on this one.

Given the nature of their fight, he would only pull gently – a reminder to protect herself, for otherwise, he would have attempted to use his force to push her muzzle flat to the ground. It would not be her scruff that would hold the wounds – it could mean more, though like any fight, a true gamble, pending how fiercely she could have attached to his limb. It was the beauty of these spars.

He moved away from the snap to his shoulder, feeling her teeth brush the fur and pull a tuft of crimson and grey guard hairs with her. His own jaws moving to snap at her muzzle as she did so in an attempt to catch her jaws in his.