Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

Salamander had all but forgotten that she was running through an alien territory alongside her new Alpha. The rabbit was her central focus, and catching it her only desire. With each snap of her jaws, she grew more insistent in her assault. Snap, dive, snap, turn - but the rabbit was too quick and too small, and Salamander, even with the advantage of her size, was not maneuvering as adequately as she should have.

And then Tonravik joined in. The rabbit veered one way, and suddenly the dark-eyed shadow was there. At first Salamander's frustration and bloodlust overwhelmed her sense of connection with the woman; she felt a low rumble in her chest, diverted her gaze so that she could stare with immutable avarice towards her. She stopped being her Alpha in that split second, and became a competitor.

The rabbit dodged, veered, and was under her feet in the next second. The two wolves raced after it together, but now Salamander's attention was divided and she couldn't help but divert her strides so that she was in Tonravik's way. In the process of throwing her weight around, the rabbit slipped her mind - and then was lost to her, racing away across the ridge.