Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

His shifting prevented her attack to play out as she had intended. The woman had no desire to make him bleed—it was not their way, it was against their laws—but his reaction caused fangs meant to only grip to bear down a measure more (not enough to cause true harm, or sprain or break) to the point where she suddenly could taste the fluid. Once this transpired, Ikkalrok released as he reacted; she knew the drive in his movements, and knew she would have to engage him, titan against titan, until he came to. 

Fortunately for her, she had been in the better position to start with—but he was a wolf against a wall, who truly believed his life to be at risk. Still, as he wildly came for her, Ikkalrok was solid as she opened her jowls and lunged toward him, engaging him as he engaged her; her jaws deflected any blow that might come to her face, though the tip of them, initially, swept over her nose enough to draw blood. They collided against one another, neither one moving far in the process, and had he not sought to back away Ikkalrok simply would have sought to reacquaint him to herself with a rousing bite to his shoulder (to grip and pinch and shove, not to tear or rend). But he had, and he withdrew, and Ikkalrok was on all fours again, growling in a manner that indicated she was pleased by the turn of events, pleased by the way that he had done as he had been trained time in and time out. 

None but those of their name could have survived that, and perhaps none but she could have suffered so little from the reactive display he had been brought to. She licked her jowls, tongue rolling over her nose so as to taste the blood, but there was no anger there; she had bled him, and though it had been unintentional it had still occurred. And so there was no rebuke, or anger, only the proud sweep over her plume over her hindquarters. 

As he came for her again, the prelude to such an incident the flash of his eyes, Ikkalrok lurched forward, adjusting her course so that her shoulder might slam against his chest while her fangs made to hold the apex of his nearest shoulder. It would be pointless to push back against a weight as good as equal to her own, but should his forelegs land after her own she might unbalance him and make quick work of this. The reaction was effortless but perhaps lazy; there was hope that she might not succeed, that they draw this out.

 

I did 1d10 in DISCOOOO for defense and blessedly got a 10. praise yeezus, was about 2 give her her first scar if I was UNLUCKY