Ouroboros Spine Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Others are welcome to join in at any point!

It took mere seconds for others to join her. Tonravik felt proud of her wolves, her eyes only falling to the approaching subordinates briefly before falling back to the creatures that snapped hungrily at her while another went for the meal. She moved in a tight circle, careful with paw placement to continue to straddle the large creature as best she could. Tonravik felt the brown Tartok wolf at her back, and growled approvingly as Iqniq and Kroc both asserted themselves over the coyotes. It was clear the smaller, weaker species had become uncomfortable... but they would try one last time.

There were five, total, two adults and three adolescents in the family. The males leg snapped between Kodiak's jaws, and she heard its shrill cry as it tried to escape. A stupid adolescent, inexperienced and far from wise, lurched toward the carcass to try its own hand as though it might earn something from the pain its family member endured. Tonravik heeded the other adult that moved to keep her occupied, though did not miss the adolescent and snarled.

She lurched forward. The adult, female, coyote was quick and turned, but like Kodiak she managed to catch its leg between her fangs. The pressure exerted broke its leg, too; but she did not let go. For a moment she watched it teeter and the balance of the female coyote falter before jerking her head to the right, watching it fall over. Tonravik relieved her post over the reindeer, choosing to kill the coyote now. She made quick work of it, and turned to move back into the fray, eyes assessing the situation in search of what needed to be taken care of.