Ouroboros Spine The end is only the Beginning

Groundeating strides took her in the direction of her two subordinates. A low, cold howl sounded when she saw her subordinates moving to flank him as they would their prey, which, in seconds, he had become. Soon, whatever pack mates were in the vicinity would prevent his escape. Trespassers were to be dealt with, the crime punishable by death. And as her cry ended, Tonravik, too, began to move.

She wasted no time.

Groundeating strides carried her downward, closer and closer to the scarred wolf. To her left, Kroc. To her right, Echelon. And coming dead center was she, moving silently, tail rigid behind her in her powerful gait. They would overtake him. He would have no time to even so much as regret his actions before the inevitable occurred.