Neverwinter Forest i'm NOT bring sexy back

The other contorted herself in a fashion that was likely painful for the other, and a large chunk of flesh from her tore into her mouth when she did not release; blood flowed, plenty of it, and she spat the skin out. Kroc still held the leg and Tonravik was unrelenting. While the other kicked and struggled, Tonravik moved toward the most exposed area of stomach to go for the belly. If the other had submitted, this would not need to be done. 

Wolves that saw submitting as weak were wolves that would die. Submitting was a way of life, of surviving. The strong survived. And in this situation, two against one, unless the other did submit, Tonravik would try and rip her apart. Tonravik paused in her assault only when a back leg cuffed her. Dizzied for a moment, she withdrew and moved to bite at vulnerable throat, aim now to simply end it. If the other went prone in submission should her mark hit true, the other would not die. 

Cubs would come soon. Now, they could not relent and enable wolves without sense to live.