Ouroboros Spine The end is only the Beginning

The wolf ran and ran, well past the borders, well out of her sight range. Echelon and Kroc were no doubt aggravated by this, as aggravated as she. Tonravik felt the need to hunt, and he had been the perfect prey. He would have fallen, died. But Tonravik could not waste her time on those that were already dead. There was still a more important matter, and the wolf had gone with his tail tucked beneath his stomach. He would not return.

She was more concerned about a wolf that could. They were together again, and Tonravik chuffed. They had done well. Between her teeth was a thick chunk of him, and she dropped it to the earth. She needed nothing to remember him by. Tonravik would not soon forget his face, or his actions; now that she had tasted his blood, she would be out for more of it in time. A howl sounded again. He had been dealt with. She sang of it, knowing the voices of the Spine would come to join her own to intimidate the wolves lurking outside.