Ouroboros Spine It matters not how strait the gait,

The runaway had come back. The brown bear snorted. His ears flicked forward. His tail rose behind him, hackles raised. This was not a male fit to lead beside Tonravik, one who would flee in an effort to avoid the most important trial for a Tartok male, the most pivotal moment for the future of the pack. He was a coward, an arrogant fool who believed he had many more seasons of experience and wisdom than he actually had. He was lower than the shit Kodiak had left beside a tree mere hours earlier. The brown bear had respected him once; not now.

Before the red male could finish the word leave Kodiak lunged. With the full force of his powerful form behind him, and wild fire in his eyes, his teeth sought the flesh on his opponent's face. He would rend what he could in the next few moments; there was nothing behind held back on this day.