Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Dated post-successful hunt, couple hours past, pre Cara coming to collect her lobster money, SO OPEN TO ANYONE, ANYONE AT ALL. WE SUCCEEDED AND BROUGHT DOWN A MOOSE. WE'RE FULL

The successful hunt had caused Tonravik's spirits to rise. She had hungered, and at last, she had a satisfying meal that truly filled her belly. Tonravik had watched her pack fall into their present pecking order, but had hellishly kept them away from her food until she had her share. Tonravik had not such a feast in a while. And they had all eaten well. Tonravik slept a long time afterward, as wolves were wont to do when they ate a terrible amount, and when she rose, she moved to find the scraps of the moose again. It was nearly bare to its bones, but there was plenty left to cache.

So she ripped into muscle and tendon and tore at whatever was left, separating it as neatly as a wolf could, before carrying a large share of it to a nearby cache. Her head was weighed down from the weight of it, but she squared her shoulders and was able to keep the large piece between her jaws without dropping it.