Snowforest Taiga From a fortune of fisher king

The woman roared in response and turned from the herd to intercept him. Tulimaq was gladdened by the sight of the woman cresting the snow, lunging for him; she was wise enough to hold firm and wait for his advance and then sought to grab for his neck, utilizing the spray of snow to her advantage.

She was mostly successful: the wave of snow caused Tulimaq to duck and weave a bit sooner than he'd have liked, and by the time he righted himself the woman was seeking to grab at him, launching for his neck. He was low enough to veer away in time to avoid a direct blow, and watched as she stumbled partway against the dirt.

Tulimaq held the familiar sensation of fresh bruises close, using it as fuel for his own retaliation. She had managed to throw herself in to him and grapple for a moment, and yet she was on the ground now, and the Tartok man lunged to grab for whatever he could of her: neck, shoulder, tail, even.

The point was to overpower her and prove his superiority. It was a contest of might between sivullik and Tulimaq was thus far, unmatched.