Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

Rolled for damage. He may or may not attack again depending on thread outcomes.

When it mattered most? These mountains were fucking ginormous. He'd heard the call from a freaking mountain top which meant traveling down hill at a precarious speed was somewhat of a time consuming chore if only because he had to somewhat watch his step so he didn't end up rolling down the slope. As amusing as that mental image was in his head, he wasn't having any of it. Alas. He'd been summoned. But a voice with a foreign lit to it. Damn.

He kept moving. Fast. As soon as the ground became more level he picked up the pace into a run. Tonravik howled, alerting the rest of the pack to be on the ready. Shit. That meant he was already late to the party. Curses.

It was hard to tell exactly what was happening here from the looks of the fray. A tawny wolf was devoured behind dark furs as Arverk and Tonravik continued their assault. There was little room for him to jump into the fray, but he positioned himself appropriately and went for the wolf's shoulder. Zhavvi. This close he could scent her, recognize her. His teeth snapped for that shoulder all the same and only when his jaws loosened from her fur did he utter a word he knew she'd know if only because he'd taught it to her. "Run." He snarled.