Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

Copper. The color approached her, a deep rumble roiling out of her throat to warn him back, teeth tightening on her prize. Words, something she didn't comprehend just yet, tail lashing behind her as she focused those eyes on him. The fever of battle had always lingered afterwards with her but the compounded effect of blood loss too made it that much more difficult to see past the haze in her eyes. 

Kroc's posture remained rigid, ready to lash out at the wrong move. He kept his distance though, giving her time to reassess and come back to herself. Minutes passed, the tension in her muscles not relaxing but eventually, progress was made. She dropped the piece of tail and spoke, her gaze not yet fully clear. "Get rid of the motherfucking rabbit," Kroc growled, though she did not have the capacity to explain any farther than that. Whether or not if he knew there was a rabbit at all didn't matter. Someone would hear her and someone would figure it the fuck out.