Ouroboros Spine Give a Dog a Bone

His teeth snapped down on nothing but air. Damn. She'd squirmed out of reach only to help push him further down the pile. Falling backwards, Kroc somehow joined him and they landed. Her paws pressed against his face and he parted his jowls just enough to lick between the gaps in her pads. Gross. Her feet were dirty.

He snapped at that foot and pulled himself out from underneath it only to find that Kroc had paused in her efforts to claim the pile. He followed her gaze, looking to where Tonravik now sat with a bone tight within her clutches. His eyes flicked towards Kroc and he met her stare. Just a look and they both knew who'd won this. There would be no parting their queen from her bone.

Kero untangled himself from beneath Kroc and stood. His eyes lingered over Toni for a moment before he decided she was far too occupied to bother. Instead, he looked towards the white she-wolf and lowered into a bow, stretching, before he rose to shake the dust from his pelt. "Later, gator," he said, turning to leave. "Better luck next time."

-Kero exits-