Ouroboros Spine For the Love of the Game (IC Joining)

Her words went unheard, unacknowledged save for the roar of tremendous anger that blossomed in the quiet air. She would have howled for assistance had not the stupid little shit charged at her, her own large paws skittering backwards, her large frame pressing against the wall that loomed above them to avoid toppling. Even at this slight height, if you fell the right way, you'd die. Kroc was actually counting on that. 

With a slight bit of distance between them, she loosed a short howl, a note to get the attention of a fellow pack member. This wouldn't end up like the other trespasser. This one would be caught. And she would die for her transgression. Another snarl and she went for the female's throat, maneuvering to overtake her on the small ledge, to catch fur and flesh and tear it apart.

Kroc was, by no means, a being that understood others. No, there would be no understanding with this bitch, psychotic or not. Just because she was mentally deficient didn't mean she got a pass. Fuck that shit.