Ouroboros Spine hellbent

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The wolf was swift in bending beneath her, revealing to Tonravik a stomach and ultimately dissuading her from using more force. Tonravik understood why the other had done it, and now that she knew the woman she was dealing with, hopefully it would not happen again. Tonravik had no patience for impertinence, and although in this situation she found it was warranted (how could they know of her accomplishments, her savagery?), after this meeting such a move would be punishable with more force. 

Tonravik withdrew and an ear twitched as others approached, listening to them, smelling their uncertainty. Tonravik swung around and moved to observe the wolves, passing each of them before arriving again to her rock. This time she did not step upon it. The dark leader had their full attention. 

"I am Tonravik. Whoever once led you... has left." Her eyes landed on each wolf, gauging their reaction. They would have noticed it, even before her. "Her scent is stale. And when I arrived, there was nothing, no one, in my way." Tonravik was still in awe of this, and it was disappointment now on her features. She would have enjoyed the challenge, then. But now it was of no use. "If you wish to find and follow the woman who abandoned you, go now, and do not return." The words ended in a clipped snarl. You are unwelcome. For that meant they, too, turned their back on this pack, on all those that remained and all those that may come. Condemnable by death in Tartok. They would not get another chance. Tonravik would continue what she had to say, but surveyed the crowd, first, to see if any would turn to go. She would not waste her time, or her breath, on them.