Ouroboros Spine Stay Still And Breathe

She stumbled, and as Tonravik charged forward so too did Kodiak and Iqniq, the brown bear's jaws snapping shut at the plains wolf's fleeting tail as she turned to run. A growl continued to rumble in his throat, but ebbed as his intense gaze watched the foolish girl's form shrink into the distance. The black Alpha spoke, and he nodded firmly, his tail flicking as he entertained the desire to sink his teeth into her throat himself. He would not hesitate should the opportunity rise, but for now, he threw his head back and sang with his packmates, Iqniq's question lost in the cry of victory.

When at last theirs howl died, he turned to Tonravik, his fiery eyes momentarily focusing on the blood welling across her muzzle and dripping from her ear. Although it was the black bear that normally investigated others, in this moment it was the brown bear that stepped in to do it, giving his leader a quick one over with eyes and nose, his tail low behind him and his ears slanted back in deferrence to her despite his forwardness. He may receive a snap for his proximity, but instinct implored he do it. But the only wounds that needed tending were those about her face, and he leaned in, bathing her muzzle first with a cleansing tongue, moving after to her ear if he was not chased back for his ministrations.

He was no healer, but he understood the need to clean a wound, and it was this that compelled him to lick, not affection.