Ouroboros Spine [Moose Herding Quest?]

Sitri felt the fiery hot liquid of his own blood slide down his muzzle and drip onto the ground. Her line of attack knocked him back a few steps and his paw hung over the edge for a minute and he fought for footing. Finally catching it he surged forward and snapped his teeth at her head again and the back of her neck.

He fought to get himself turned so that his backside was not near the edge anymore. Sitri was not afraid of death, no he was not. He would accept that with open arms and fight hard to keep his life, but if it was to be forfeited it was forfeit. He held tight to whatever his teeth could grasp and jerked his jaw upwards to pull something free if he could.

[size=xx-small]For reference....roll next post? Roll 1 = miss, roll 2-4 = light hit, 5-7 = medium hit, 8 = heavy hit?[/size]