Ouroboros Spine Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Kroc's mind focused down to an extremely fine point in those moments, her internal rage bubbling up and showing as she snatched up the adolescent that Tonravik had balked. A paw caught its tail, pinning it to the ground before her teeth bit down on the creature's spine at the neck, its futile cry of pain high pitched and short lived. With a rather brutal shake of her head, Kroc whipped the carcass, tossing it through the air to land near one of the remaining Coyotes, a bloody snarl rising to mingle with the sounds of the fray. 

She took a step closer to the smaller creatures, her jaws snapping shut in a menacing manner, Tonravik  and the Tartok wolf behind her, Shit-For-Brains off to the side. Together, they were a united front, and it was together that they were making the Coyotes second guess their decision to steal from the wolves of the Spine.