Hit me and it felt like a kiss

Reaper was ready for Mae as she approached from from the side. He would maneuver his body so that he was parallel with her, lifting his forearm as she had secured it within her maws. He let out a playful snarl, lips curling back to expose his steel capped fangs. He would snap his maws at her face, just missing it by a few inches. He wouldn't dare make actual contact. Reaper would move in for his own attack, his maws seeking the side of her neck as he tried to pull his foreleg out of her maw. If he made contact, it would be a firm but gentle grip. One that would not draw blood or even bruise. Moch watched the two wolves spar from his perch of a nearby skull, his beady eyes fixated on their movements carefully.