Ouroboros Spine first blood

It took him a moment, but eventually he caught on to the invitation, smirking in regards to her challenge.

Willing to accept, Inutsuk lowered over his frontal limbs, teeth bared. A growl emerged from the depths, though it kept out a tad harsher than he'd intended. Force of habit.

Lunging forward towards her, the man made an awkward turn, diving sideways until upon his backside. Snout aimed to the side, the jowls grappled over her ankle, gnawing at the bone. It was more playful than aggressive. If his normal self, such a formal challenge would have been met head on. However, in this case, he had no such mood to force on an aggressive and competitive mindset. Hopefully Shikoba would understand this and keep things simple.