Ouroboros Spine blood for the bloodgoat

The bull bellowed and after several hours in their stakeout, the wolves' prey swept away. The brown bear flicked his tail with a snort. His muscles had been tensed with readiness, patiently waiting for the chance to make a move, but they uncoiled now as the pack milled with empty stomachs. Fortunately, another card had been dealt, one that was in their favor. The tang of blood brushed his nose and his head snapped to it. Tonravik was already moving toward this new prospect. Iqniq, too, had caught the scent and moved to follow. Kodiak joined them, taking a position at his fiery packmate's shoulder.