Ouroboros Spine Adrift, Asunder.

Tulukiri's heart was racing. The blood from her cut ear now stained the length of it, and dribbled down the side of her face. She stared after Amalia as the woman turned to flee.

It felt good to be in combat again, to have her purpose briefly satisfied, even if it was against a packmate. It felt like winning.

The girl looked to the interloper and the angry expression she wore melted away, leaving frustration in the furrows.

I had it under control, Tulukiri drawled, yet she averted her eyes at the same time, and soon winced, knowing it was a lie.