Bearclaw Valley [M] they breathe you in, and dive as deep as they can

One final push, fangs seeking to thrust themselves into the others tongue to cut it to ribbons—

But whether that yielded anything at all, Ikkalrok would never know.

The light of her already dull eyes darkened and dimmed to nothing as the spark of her life snapped out with unquestionable finality. The staggering forward was nothing but her nerves reacting, no forethought or much of anything else to it than that as the entire weight of her lurched forward—toward Astara—without the bellow of timber to preclude the way her body might hit against being or earth, otherwise.

Her lifeless stare might be toward any number of wolves surrounding them... or perhaps them all, depending on where they might stand.