Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

Salamander did not wait long for any sort of signal. She charged ahead, darting as swiftly as her heavy body allowed, while the herd began to shift and flow like a river. They were uneasy beasts. When the leader began to emulate Salamander's tactics, she felt a grin spread across her face. The show of teeth unnerved a few of the closer animals, and they bellowed lowly as if to alert the rest of them. The russet woman's attention was fully upon the targets now, and she plunged onward - coming close to one adult, snapping at it, and then wheeling on another. For all her bulk, Salamander managed to be quick enough to avoid any real blows. A few times her teeth sliced in to a heel, an ankle, a hip or a shoulder.

She could only have so much fun with this before losing interest. The animals were agitated, defensive, but some of the older ones seemed to pick up on her playful attitude towards them. They'd shrug off her snapping, or lazily kick, but nothing as aggressive as the younger creatures. Whatever Tonravik was picking up, Salamander was oblivious; she cared little for the smaller targets, which was proven by her failure with the rabbit. The bigger the beast, the better - so while Tonravik was scouting for the babes, Salamander was seeking out the adults with the most to prove, and baiting them instead.