Ouroboros Spine Deshi Basara

He tackled her. During such ridiculousness, other wolves arrived, though that didn't mean he was any less susceptible to catching her teeth if he got to be too much. She was tolerant to a point; the important thing right now was the meeting that Tonravik had summoned them all to.

While Kerosene was the only one allowed near her at the moment, he was also the only one that even neared her in rank. Any other that came closer was given a snarl and a malevolent flash of bloodied teeth. She had earned her place closest to Tonravik and like hell she'd let someone else that near without the work that had gone into it. Especially if they were late. It truly wasn't anything personal, just the natural selection of rank and role. 

With the bleeding slowing, Kroc was able to focus on Tonravik and the words she spoke. The idea of every wolf being both a fighter and a protector was one that the pale, bloodied tank agreed with and wholeheartedly supported. Toxins, she didn't know anything of, but for her Alpha, she would learn without fail or argument. 

Her eyes narrowed as searched the pack, flickering over the others to see who, if any, would object.