Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

The leader moved in, but Salamander did not move. She was still watching the creatures lumber along when Tonravik gave her wordless order - and instead of slowing down, the red woman took a lurching stride and stumbled quickly after her. The evening would afford some cover to the wolves - more so to Tonravik - and if the animals were tired enough, as the wounded target was, perhaps they'd be less inclined to pay attention. Salamander trailed after the herd with less caution than her partner, not caring so much about hiding herself from their view if they chose to look. A large enough herd wasn't going to be too affected by two wolves lurking nearby. A few of the creatures turned to watch her, with the younger animals showing a keener interest, but she did not get close enough to spook them. All the while, Salamander waited for the order to give chase; her body was tense and eager, her eyes wide and bright, keen to begin a rampage.