Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

He was just heading back in from a personal errand when he caught the tail end of a fight. Like literally. One minute he was just loping back inside the packlands and the next he was watching Kroc rip the tail off of— Damn it! Why the hell was she back again? She'd been warned, multiple times what it meant to tempt these borders. That woman was insane. Or stalking him. Probably both.

And now he had to kill her.

A snarl ripped through his muzzle as Kroc's run did her in. The white wolf fell, releasing a howl into the air as he broke out into a full on run. Damn it. Fuck shit. Fuckity. Fucking shit. Of all the things to come back to this was not at the top of his list.

"DIE WOMAN!" he growled, letting the sound rip from his muzzle as he nipped at the Dotharan wolf's nub of a tail. Oh, but shit. Kroc was down. Damn it. He was torn. Kill the bitch... or, since he was the only one with any kind of medical knowledge in this pack... "GET THE FUCK OUT." He gave her a final charge, nipping at her heels before he peeled back, certain that wolf had crossed their borders into free lands.

Kroc had howled. Others would be here shortly. He had an injury to tend to.