Ouroboros Spine blood for the bloodgoat

They crept closer, all three of them. Eyes on the prize, they skirted the herd and sought out the injured doe who lured them in like hungry piranhas. Somewhere in their number, the slower one was hiding. Somewhere in there, they'd find a snack to offer their wolf kind and hold them over until they could manage a more sustaining kill.

Kero lingered, settling in next to Kodiak as they flanked Tonravik's pursuit. They shimmied through a small clearing and passed back through to the covering of trees unnoticed. So far so good.

When Toni's ears slipped forward, Kero followed suit. Like any soldier awaiting their marching orders, he adjusted his own body language, switching from stealth to attack mode as he awaited the signal to begin this chase. Stir up the herd. Discover the weak one. Kill it. If everything went according to plan, their victory would be sweet.