Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

The blood of her prey was swiped away with a pink tongue, leaving faint stains behind on her jaws as she moved to continue her patrol. It was what one could moost often find her doing, carrying her heavy frame at varying paces around the border, making sure to keep those who did not belong out, making sure they did not even linger in the fringes of their territory. The Spine's wolves were well protected by the bear and she strived to maintain that.
 
Faintly, there was a new scent, one that the winds brought to her, enticing her to ease into a lope as she moved to intercept. Whoever it was, he was too close; ears laid back and teeth bared even as she neared, her tail high as a threatening growl issued in warning. "Far enough." The command was steady, strong, and behind it the threat of teeth and claws lay in wait. 
 
Gold eyes narrowed as she took another step or two forward, posture stiff and ready to attack should he not give her an immediate explanation. Her growl renewed, Kroc demanded that answer. Now.