Swiftcurrent Creek to be told.

Action 1: (Defend, 7) As Jinx moves toward her, Tonravik moves to shove her left shoulderblade in the mouth of Jinx as opposed to her muzzle, pushing so as her own force is added to potentially inflict pain (Not sure if this is a defensive move as much as it may be brief counter... so, if that is the case, do I fix that???? I'M... NOT SURE BLAH)
Action 2: (Attack, 4) Continuing immediately after attempting to shove her shoulder at the mouth of Jinx, Tonravik seeks to remain close to the woman and lash out at her back leg while still leaning toward Jinx (going with the momentum of her shove) to attempt to knock Jinx off balance.

It was not to disrupt the peace that Tonravik did what she did, but to keep it. Be it a day or a month, Tonravik could not plausibly follow someone weaker than her, even if that weakness was due to recent injury. Tonravik had watched her own beta lose his rank due to a bad fall, and when his weakness was noted, was challenged. He had done his job for long, grueling months and had led them with her during the winter. His injury had been his temporary downfall. Tonravik was certain that when he was in good health again, he would try his hand at rising. But her current beta (or, how things had been left) was more than capable of keeping her position. The wolf had an eye for weakness, and had even went so far as to try her hand at challenging Tonravik herself. Back story aside, Tonravik desired to find her place here now. Even for an instant, the dark woman would not, could not idle...

There was a faint voice to be heard, but above the pounding of adrenaline and the low ebb of her deep growl, it could not be heard. Jinx was quick, and Tonravik assessed this in the whiplash swiftness of her movement. So instant! Tonravik was thrilled and irate all at once. There were plenty of quick wolves at Tartok, swift and made for the chase while wolves of her stature were for the kill. Her time with them was unfortunately brief, leaving her with only some experience. Tonravik is glad for the burst of strength she is able to dole out as she uses her muscles to give her an instant of speed, turning so that her face does not receive Jinx's reprimand, and shoving her shoulder toward the mouth hoping to bruise. Do not be so quick, she thinks, even as she tells herself be quicker. Her own movement continues as she extends the length of herself to swipe at a rear leg, hoping that in Jinx's brief dash toward her it was not rooted even while she presses her own weight earthward as to avoid Jinx doing the same thing. She does not lean too heavily, but as she swipes loosely toward the rear leg nearest to her with the momentum of her other thrusting shoulder, she seeks to pull and make the balance of Jinx fall off-kilter.

Tonravik herself did not need blood here. She meant in this situation to find out the woman's capabilities, to challenge her for her worth. It was the only way Tonravik could respect any, and it hardly meant she thought ill of the stranger or her capabilities when she was in good health. Tonravik could smell the injury as they could smell injury on their prey; it was a weakness Tonravik sought to expose, fight against, and she would herd it out of Jinx.