Sawtooth Spire set fire

There was no retaliation. No snaps of teeth on bone out of anger or disapproval. No, the silver bear-wolf just loomed like an omnipotent cloud, expression solid and calculating. The tip of serpentine tongue had touched her boulder-like limb, tasting the days prior travel and an assortment of other glorious stimuli. The hulking beta edged back, away from her heaping pile of soot and sinew. Fiery eyes followed comically, head pushing into ground to follow every move, every muscle, and every twitch. 

The inky male slowly righted, pressing belly to ground and casually eyeballing adversary. Ears flattened and legs crawled forward, as though asking to submit and pay tribute. There was a keen desire to display servitude and loyalty, to intensely signal the inky wolf was weaker, smaller, and no match for such a higher individual. Only when about a foot away did he strike.

A sharp cut of jaws snapped upwards, grappling for the female's chin while haunches jerked the inky wolf forward. Ears remained slicked back but body erupted upwards from the ground, removing the difference of heights with a savagery of a cat. Shoulders loomed left (her right), pulling body away from the front of the female in attempts to avoid a return blow fully to the face. It was easily to glance weight of something larger than brutally take it head on.