Sawtooth Spire set fire

They watched each other, her stare glued to his form abased before her. In response to his submissive behvaior, her tail and head automatically rose, instinct ruling her in that moment. And it was the very mistake that allowed him to snake forward and grab her jawline with his teeth. Surprise took her, even as ready as she'd thought she'd been for his movement. A monsturous snarl erupted as she attempted to make a go for him, only to remember that he had her and that kept her mostly still. No matter. Ripping her jaws from his, Nanuk — Kroc (for deep down, that was who and what she was) displayed a moment of feral aggression, not minding the minor cuts she took for her actions. She had bled herself with his teeth and it was in no way his fault.

Enticed into retaliation, the pale female swung a heavy paw to knock him slightly silly if it connected. As she was not slight or quick enough to feint, she simply used the move as a distraction. Reared on hind paws now, her aim was for his thinner form, attempting to come down on him and trap him with sheer brute force of her weight. The chance of her success was not significant but it was still there, and she would take it even so. Nanuk was not a "safe" fighter, instead using any and every tactic she knew to overcome. No matter who won this, she would learn and that was exactly what she strove for.