Ouroboros Spine Adrift, Asunder.

I'll do one roll! Here: 9

Tulukiri was blind to the approaching shape of one of the Moonglow wolves. She was seeking to grab at Amalia's snout and use the full weight of her body (which wasn't altogether that heavy) to force her head down and shove her in the dirt, or some other action that would've been an acute correction.

They were a flurry together, teeth everywhere; Tulukiri felt a pinch to her ear and snarled from the pain as Amalia tore through it, and snapped her own teeth in an arching defensive formation as a counter.

She hadn't meant to draw blood or to let her guard down in such a way as to invite damage, but she was only a yearling, and despite her obsession with the conquerors of Tartok, Tulukiri still had some things to learn. Chiefly that fighing someone a year her senior was a bad call. But she wouldn't back down, either.