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

The incessant shrieking summoned Tonravik. The quiet of the Spine was nonexistent, and blood drummed in her ears as the wolf moved in a long-legged sprint. She slowed, hearing the snarling and the screaming and watching with pride as her wolves went to work. Her tail lifted as the large woman came upon the scene with ears erect and a snarl on her face.

Tonravik moved to intervene when the wolf was distracted, as it attempted to grab hold of her subordinates leg. Tonravik would sooner break the strangers leg and see the other die on her own. There was nothing interesting or intriguing to Tonravik about insanity; only the strong survived, and if they were wild in their minds and were still alive, they were as strong as any other. If Syn had made it this far, she was strong enough. But she would make it no further if she continued to fight. Tonravik lurched forward and moved to attempt to grab the others exposed throat as the other stretched to reach and grab Kroc's leg. She was silent in her maneuver, saliva slung between jowls as they stretched open before shutting. It was not done to kill, but to assert total dominance over the other, to say, in no words at all, submit or die.