these hands made of splinters

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She barely let him finish speaking before she lunged at him. She was a quick little thing. Zipping in without any lingering hesitation. No wonder Tonravik liked to fight with her. He could already see how this one complimented her own technique. But this was not the time for thinking, this was the time for moving. He stepped to the side, pressing himself between the dark wolf and the pile of bones. She graze his shoulder, but mostly missed as he moved to counter his opponent.

His teeth snatched, seeking out her scruff as she passed, but she was quick upon her toes. His teeth clashed down upon the air and he turned his hind quarters to square up against her once more.