Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

I think there's one left to kill? lol

The last one ran, tearing away from the slaughter to escape but the polar bear was already after it, bringing it down with little effort. Her teeth crunched through the backbone of the offender, paralyzing it moments before she held it's face under her paw and ripped it in two, flinging half away. Blood dripped from her muzzle as she strode away form her kill to Wicked's side, disheartened to see his life fade away. She made no sound, her growls having faded, instead watching his blood seep out into a puddle that wet the paws of any wolf near him.

Something else faded away too; perhaps it was the faith she held in herself, for the immediate thought of "How could I let this happen?" flit through her mind uninhibited. She said nothing, did nothing, for many long moments, until finally she issued an order to any who were not Tonravik or Iqniq. Her outward demeanor did not change, not in front of the others. "Pick what you will from the bastards and scatter whatever's left at the borders." Just as they had at the Spine, it would be a warning to any creature — wolf, coyote, feline, etc/ — that wished to try their luck against the wolves of Sawtooth Spires.