Ouroboros Spine Stay Still And Breathe

It was a good battle, Tonravik would give the other that; but it hardly mattered, and it was not luck, but skill that caused the snarling Tonravik to win and the other to, inevitably, lose. Kivi was small, but any wolf with any true skill knew that size meant very little. Her own size was not always to her benefit; she was slower, but her attacks certainly dealt more damage until the very end. Tonravik would not let the other speak, and instead let out a guttural bark as the other began her speech to her two wolves, to join her in their latest hunt and newest chase. Her chance had been had, and lost; and that Kivi had not turned tail when she could meant, ultimately, her demise. With the wretch still close to her, Tonravik moved to push against the Plains wolf, attempting to shove her down the rocky earth.

It was stupidity that would keep Kivi here, and Tonravik knew beyond any benefit of a doubt that this girl was just that. Her arrogance would do her no favors, and the other had a chance to turn and leave safely (enough)... but now, now Tonravik would send her off with more than a torn shoulder and ear. Tonravik had been more than fair in not killing the other, but well, that chance had come and gone. If any of them managed to get a hold of the slippery Kivi, her life was forfeit... Tonravik would make sure of it. Her muzzle stung, and her ear bled, but Kivi herself was just another wolf to Tonravik. The other had certainly not been the first to challenge the dark leader, and perhaps Tonravik might have thought more of her if Kivi had gone and remained silent. As it was, this wolf meant nothing to her, and never would.