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

The female's screams intensified, becoming scared rather than nonsensical. Ahh, music to her ears. The blood that rolled over her tongue signified her minor victory, the fur and flesh in her mouth torn away as Kroc shook her head, attempting to rip her off her feet and put her into submission. She had not seen the other wolf arrive but she heard the guttural growl of the one to help her and knew that this would come to an end soon, one way or another.

The continuous cries did nothing for Kroc's anger, only irritating her further, her snarls no longer muffled by bloodied fur as she sought to ram her shoulder into the girl's wound. Her intent was to ground her. Either here, or once she hit the ground a few feet below. Kroc didn't care which.