Ouroboros Spine blood for the bloodgoat

There was that moment. That soft, pensive quiet that fell around them and surrounded the few, precious seconds into nothing but one's own breath. Kerosene coiled, shifting a few second out of sync as Tonravik's body poised, curled like a snake. Kodiak skirted the edges, moving to herd from the edges. That would be enough. Kero lingered, near Tonravik for additional support in the front lines.

She sprang and Kero was right behind her. They moved, stealing through the herd as the elk slowly became aware of what was happening. They fled. The wolves moved with them, continuing their chase as it became a battle of endurance. The injured one would not last. Run them around long enough and it would emerge from the herd. It was just a matter now of finding it and separating it. He searched.