Neverwinter Forest Nobody Like You

Adjusted attack with consent. Ended way quicker than we thought doeeeee

When Tonravik felt the others fangs near her foreleg as the other contorted herself, Tonravik noted the exposed throat and went again for it. The others fear was an unpracticed kind, a thoughtless kind. It would be her end. She knew it definitively when she felt the others throat fully in between her jowls and she squeezed relentlessly, the pulse of the others life thrumming at a frantic pace against her tongue. The leader considered shifting to let her canine do the work its always done, to slice the jugular and let blood spray in her mouth in a romantic and final end.

But she made this slow, torturous, for the other. She squeezed roughly, against the windpipe, hearing the wheezing desperation and feeling it as Tonravik lay her weight down against the lighter wolf, asphyxiating, suffocating, up until the point Kivi stopped moving. Only then did Tonravik release, letting the head thump against the earth. She removed her weight from the plains wolf and began to pant, gazing toward the Spine, thinking in the peaceful silence.