You could be my silver spring

Reaper's grip only tightened on the loner's throat. There was blood everywhere now and the loner's thrashing was lessening, weakening, from the extensive blood loss. Reaper didn't relinquish his grip, however. He kept going. Deeper and deeper until the throat of the male would was torn into a large gash. The jugular was severed. Yet even now with the loner dead at his paws or at least in the process of dying, he didn't stop. He kept going. He kept tearing deeper and deeper until the back of the neck, the spine, could be felt with his grip. Reaper severed it completely, now sure that the lone wolf was dead. The head severed from the rest of the body, rolling over a few inches away. Reaper stepped back, finally satisfied and covered in blood. He looks around for Mae, only to see her lying down fighting the grasp of unconsciousness. He ran over to her, leaning down to nudge her with a bloodied maw. "Mae..stay with me. Don't sleep." He uttered. If she had a concussion, he knew that sleep would mean she may not wake up from it. It was common fighting knowledge he was taught from Seether Carnage. Lessons he had to take to even enter the rank. "Shhh, just stay with me. It's over, don't worry. He won't hurt you anymore." He whispered gently, now laying down curled up around her. He placed his head under her jaws, propping her head up. "I'll get you to a medic. Just stay awake." He told her, now getting to her feet as he tried to help her to hers.