Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

The swarthy whale kicked some grass with his paws, rubbing his scent onto the ground, marking the land of the Spine as theirs. He remained as alert as ever, and he would continue so until his patrol was over. It was cloudy that day, though shards of sunlight still managed to reach down onto the earth. There was a light breeze blowing, it ruffled the Roman's smoky black fur and brought an unfamiliar scent of an outsider wolf towards him.

Without hesitation, the panther charged forward, hackles bristling along the strong curve of his spine as he ran, ears flattened against his skull and black lips were peeled back to reveal gleaming alabaster fangs. He did not stop to register the howl that called for his leader, she had crossed the borders, she was a trespasser, her call for Kerosene meant nothing to him. And he was sure the golden male would agree, no one would know an inch of their land so long as they inhabited it.

She came into sight, a stupid girl with no sense whatsoever. He did not stop to utter any warning, he charged straight on, a ferocious sight. She would receive no mercy whatsoever. No one crossed into their territory without consequences. Arverk aimed to kill, attempting to sink his fangs into her throat, to end her life and present her body to Tonravik and Kerosene.