Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

SORRY MY BAD... really lost track of time jfc. how does three days go so fast??

and for rough reference since Echelon has no idea how bad her own damage is, she's more or less been wounded on the right side of her muzzle/cheek. basically think a crude bite mark starting beneath the eye and going towards her neck or something idk. if that makes sense. ;_x

Echelon tore the coyote apart, bit by bit. A chunk here, a chunk there; it really did not matter to her what she did to it as she regained control. And when it came to the matter of whether to slowly let it suffer and struggle as she reached it throat, by that point her desire to let it writhe in agony and left her. She ended its life in one fell swoop — a crushed windpipe.

Somewhere midst that chaos, she heard Iqniq rally them. Only it wasn't a rally, it was mournful baying that would have rocked a lesser canine to its core. Echelon did not join it for the breathlessness that came to her; instead she worked furiously to scrape the fur of the coyote from her mouth. Her tongue raked backward over her teeth as she made some piss poor attempt to spit, only to give up shortly thereafter.

She tasted far too much blood and that realization came to her much slower than the fact that they had lost one of their own. The blood she could taste had no true differentiating note to it, but she was aware that it was her own. The pain that she felt radiated strongly, but to true to her own arrogant form, it did not appear to have bothered her outward. Inwardly though, she was upset about it; the inkling trace of such displayed as she grabbed hold of the lifeless body at her feet and shook it roughly.

A few times for good measure for fucking up her face, and maybe a few good times for being apart of the grouping that had taken one of their own; it was hard to say.