Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

She was gone. Gone. Gone. 

Kroc's rage was unmatched, a terrible thing that rose its ugly head as her crazed eyes search and settled, finding the agouti female turning to escape. She saw red, logic lost on her as she made a final lunge forward, copying a move that a fellow packmate had taught her. Teeth snapped and... success. 

Kroc whipped her head to the side, having every intention of yanking the female off her feet and dragging her back to face her death. The tank's rage knew no bounds though and instead, she bit through the bitch's tail, coming away with more blood and fur in her mouth but no wolf. The piece was dropped to the ground as the Warden bellowed, bounding after her.

Her wounds did not allow her to give chase much farther than a few meters and in the end, Kroc's pace broke, skidding to a stop on three legs instead of four, her shoulder bleeding freely down the leg the tucked up against her body. Her head thrown back, she howled, calling to the wolves of the Spine to give chase when she could not, to run that bitch out of their territory.