Ouroboros Spine Deshi Basara

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Kero trailed after Kroc. Hell, her puddles of blood were like fucking stepping stones left in her wake. Grumbling, he squashed each one with a paw before he decided he had better uses for his time. He stole away, drifting into the woods to collect a few things that he'd need to tide things over until Kroc would really let him at those flesh wounds. Bitch.

With Ton's howl of a summons in the air, Kero made quick work in the woods. He grabbed a temporary supply and turned back, drifting through towards the plain where Tonravik had summoned them. Kroc busied herself, dropping that tail off by the alpha's feet before she moved off to the side. The white wolf's eyes drifted towards him. She appeared slightly more amicable than before, but he wasn't taking any chances. 

He picked up speed. His walk slipped into a jog which turned into a run and finally a full on charge as he barreled into the tank of a wolf. Paw on her face, he fought off those gnashing fangs as he spat silk onto her side and examined that bloody shoulder. He drew his tongue over it, clearing away the crust of blood as he looked over the damage and packed that spiderweb into it. There. Temporary gauze. He hoped there was a spider in it. Bonus points if the thing laid eggs inside of her.