Ouroboros Spine Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Well, this was proving to be eventful.

Another male joined them in haste, snapping the bones of a coyote's leg. No doubt it's mobility would be limited which meant they'd have a hob-a-long. That was a shame. Might as well finish the job and add the corpse to the pile. It'd be slim pickings, but hey, food was food.

Kero snagged a coyote by the scruff and pulled it down. Snarling in the adolescent's face, he had a moment to realize this fight was pretty much over. Toni had killed one. Kroc was working on another. Combined with the one Kodiak and injured and the one beneath Kero's paws, it was easy to see who had the advantage. Wolves. Definitely the wolves.

Kero snarled into the young coyote face, teeth snapping as he straddled the thing and pressed a paw into it's windpipe. No blood. No real harm. Only the promise of the threats of his new packmates around him. Kill the rest. He wanted this one well enough to run off and spread word the spine was no place coyotes.