Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

The best way to discover some place new was to use a guide. And even if the pack wolves here were new to the reaches of the mountain, they knew the land better than Salamander. This was a learning experience to some degree. And the familiarity of running alongside a fellow wolf - a thing she had not done in a great amount of time - sparked within her an immediate attraction. It was not lewd, or even wholly evident by the way she pushed and shoved, and not even entirely directed to the present company. But it was there.

And then, the rabbit.

As it sprang from the surroundings in an effort to outrun the pair of carnivores, Salamander did not wait for instruction. She did not wait for much - breaking out of her quiet reverie of the situation and charging ahead, intent on grabbing the rabbit herself. It wasn't to prove herself to the Alpha (although that would have been a fine reason, a proper reason for her behavior), she just wanted to sink her teeth in to something. And that desire, violent and volatile, trumped all else.

Except, as she barreled towards the small creature, it easily dodged the snap of her teeth - not once, not twice or even three times, but every time. Saliva flew from her fangs, and not once was there a lick of blood to be had.