Ouroboros Spine Deshi Basara

Kroc continued to walk, continued to power on until Tonravik stopped. Today's battle made it a very real possibility that there was more trouble ahead, something that Tartok wolves were well associated with. They were fighters, warriors, survivors. The bitch had made a mistake by trying to poison their own and Kroc plotted to kill her if she ever even caught scent of her again, here at the Spine or elsewhere. 

The pale, blood covered wolf vaguely realized that her alpha had halted, her ears pitching forward to listen to the howl. Yes. A meeting. She would seat herself nearby, as was allowed by her rank but first, she approached the dark leader with pride in her step, ignoring any others around them. At her feet, she placed the severed tail, Kroc's trophy given to her alpha as a gift and a promise. A gift and promise of blood and death. Any who came against them in the defense of this dumb ass would perish and Kroc would see that oath through personally. 

Her gold eyes proud, she moved off again, finally sitting and only offering a soft rumble as the copper male approached her. There would be no heavy healing until after this gathering and she would snip those bloodied teeth at him if he tried anything more than preliminary care.