Ouroboros Spine but then along came this biter

What a zippy little biter. He could certainly see why she did well as Tonravik's battle buddy. Her nimbleness, speed, and that spunk of hers complimented his mate's heavy-hitting instincts. Unfortunately, his own fighting style was closer to Tonravik's. He was heavier; slower. He hit harder, but that meant he had to catch her first.

She spun on him. Her teeth ran across his spine and sank somewhere near his shoulder. He growled, the sound escaping as she made contact with his flesh, but at least with her so close, he could get at her.

Iqniq lifted a paw, cupping it over her back to spin her rump in his direction. If he was lucky, he might could shock her into freeing him where he could go for her own scruff. If not he'd content himself with landing his teeth on a hind flank.