Ouroboros Spine I thank whatever gods may be

When Tonravik volleyed the coyote back towards her, Echelon did not miss the opportunity that present itself. She went headlong into the fray of its panicked responses, perhaps even recklessly, and struck its throat with speed and precision. Whatever cry it may have rallied up to warn others was cut short and abrupt, like the pitiful squeaking of a dying mouse as she crushed its windpipe and felt it between her jaws. Echelon shook it with vigor, willing the others to tear it apart as well before the very life it had been living snuffed itself out.