Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

His order was met with a snarl, tail lashing. Anger was her fuel, her fire, and it was what drove her now, even as blood dried on her leg. Things here had not been completed and she would not rest, nor allow herself to be healed until she had seen the situation through to its end. She was a strong creature and this would not fell her, not this day. 

With furrowed brow and a determined look in her eye, Kroc set that front paw down on the ground, picked up her trophy again and started to walk. It was an ungainly walk at first, limping as she recognized the pain that burned her nerves again. She learned this pain and compensated for it, steeling the very nerves that cried out against her movement, evening out her gait until there was barely a limp. 

Like this, she followed her Alpha to dispose of the rabbit, snarling at her well-intending pack mate any time he got close. Not yet. He could not touch those wounds just yet. Her prize still tight in her jaws, Kroc walked on and would only stopped when Tonravik herself stopped.