Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

He doubled back, breaking away from the chase and Tonravik and Kodiak were hot on the pursuit. Kero took a moment to exhale, sighing in a quick release tension he hadn't realize he'd built up. The Dotharan wolf would be chased away. His packmates had come to help. That left him free up to tend to their white tank of a wolf whom he found trying to hob along anyways.

"Sit down, woman." He hissed, happening upon Kroc. He neared her and her trophy, then withdrew a few paces. She didn't look so good, but there was some kind of feral light within her eyes that suggested she wasn't in the right headspace. And definitely not with that chuck of tail in her mouth. "That's just nasty." He snapped at her, moving inwards to take an inventory of her injuries. The red on white made it easier to see where she needed help, but he still had to ask. "Where did she get you?"