Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

He chewed. Picking up his antler, Kerosene contented himself by working up a good lather of saliva on it to soften the bone so he could really get to chewing. He gnawed, riddling away at the bone past the point of an aching jaw and tired tongue. But it was his bone and he'd continue at it until he was bored. He was just passing time; keeping a low profile. He had hours to kill.

Jaws parted, readjusting his angle on the bone when his mouth filled with the taste of copper. Blood. Female wolf's blood upon the air. Kerosene's ears immediately flattened as he tried to ignore it, but a combination of instinct and rage caused him to abandon his antler and chase after that scent. Paw over paw, he found himself at a full on run as he barreled through the towering pines of this island forest and aimed to connect with Toni's shoulder.

"Has no one taken care of you yet?" he hissed between gritted teeth as he rounded after the recoil. She was ripe, but not yet ready. He'd disappeared with hopes it'd fall upon her and he'd not deal with the fire of her season, but she held out. Waiting almost as if intentionally. He growled.