Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

Fade!

The two went for another again and again. As he went for her muzzle, Tonravik was barely able to evade him, her whiskers tingling as his fangs combed around them, as though the dark lines of them were floss between his gum. To have one plucked would be painful, as the area was quite sensitive, but his jaws opened again to go for her. Their spar lasted a while, each managing successful blows, and in the end Tonravik and Ivitaruk arrived at an impasse as a howl sounded for her. Tonravik moved to nip at him fondly, giving him a look that surely meant: to be continued, before she moved to where she was called.