Ouroboros Spine Let’s Get Sexy…Ugh

Over the smell of her own wounds, Kroc's senses were fairly dulled. It was a sensation the wolf didn't much care for but she'd get over it, in the end. Blood loss did that. She was actually discovering that she much preferred the pain of a burn over this. The extent of her injuries now were becoming quite the pain in the ass. Her focus for the next several days would have to be getting back to 100% to better protect the pack. 

The rabbit at her feet grabbed her attention more than the wolf that had brought it for her. Unceremoniously, Kroc descended upon it, tearing at the warm flesh of the carcass. Bones crunching between her teeth, the mammal was devoured, gone in just moments as even the blood left on her muzzle was cleaned away with sure, quick swipes of her tongue. 

She stood then, on three legs; the one with the corresponding injury was tucked up to her chest once more. Hobbling to her pack-mate, she gave a brief nudge to his shoulder — her sign of thanks — before moving off to her own den to sleep the initial part of her recovery away. 


[Kroc exits]