Ouroboros Spine made to measure

Tonravik moved with a sureness that none could match. Her place was here. That much, she knew. An ear shifted as she resumed her daily tasks, and once that was done, the woman found time to bring down a hare plump with the benefits spring had brought it. It's selfishness made it heavy. Tonravik carried the thing in her jaws, and lumbered toward the ever-tentative Alusia, and Wyvern, who Tonravik had hoped to meet. 

Between them, she deposited the hare. "Tomorrow, we hunt larger game," she warns. Were she to know Alusia intended to go, she would have chased her off the lands then and there. It was a waste, and Tonravik knew others wanted entry, but Tonravik would feed the mouths that remained before anyone else. Alusia was one of them. The pack had not hunted in a while; tomorrow, they would.