Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

Run, her mate had told the woman. But Tonravik did not so much as look at him as she thought to take away that very ability from the other. 

In the seconds it took Zhavvi to withdraw and stare at them in a shell-shocked fashion, Tonravik launched her next assault. This time she moved to damage rather than distract, and her fangs sought true purchase upon the hind leg, to grab and to hold, or even to rake her fangs across it. Whether or not her fangs hit anything at all she did not know, but she did know for certain that she held nothing at this point in her jaws, and the other was fleeing. Tonravik was after her, continuing her chase until the bitch was well out of sight. When she was sure Zhavvi was gone, Tonravik inhaled the blood that had dripped from her in her leaving. The word run echoed in her head.

Her muzzle wrinkled and she snorted heavily, before turning back to inspect Arverk, who had fought well to keep her from coming into their home any more than she had. Her tail was high as she drew to the dark one, her eyes then searching for Iqniq. He would know what to do with the wounds. She moved to Arverk and sniffed at his face. "You have fought well." And, in this moment, unable to tolerate the presence of her mate for his sound advice to the plains wolf instead of simply going for her throat, she gave the flame a long, hard look.

She would find him after this. But for now, Tonravik went to depart.