Ouroboros Spine Pebble chatter.

Tonravik watched as the other reacted to her approach, and her own thick plume waved, slapping her sides. The woman, as of late, was easily excited and riled up. Tensions had been high, but with the disloyal weeded out, Tonravik had become 1% more pleasant than she had been days ago. Her legacy would not begin with loiterers... and they were gone. The ex-leader had done her work for her, and while that did not minimize her disdain and disgust toward the lot of them, she was thankful for it.

She watched as the other came toward her, depositing a pebble at her paws. It was unimpressive, with little to set it apart from any other rubble in this place. She eyed it skeptically, and lapped absently at it to rid it of the saliva Loreley had placed on it, replacing it with her own. Tonravik did not really appreciate trinkets such as this, not understanding the use except for its place in the world. A pebble was a pebble. It was a piece of the Spine, her Spine. For that, it was worth something, and she nosed it, watching it roll toward a collection of other pebbles.

She felt the others eyes and watched her in her peripherals, but it was not long before the other spoke again. Tonravik only knew of the word "beautiful" when it applied to battle and victory; but in others, and in places, she could not see how others somehow could. She shifted to nose Loreley's shoulder, an invitation of sorts for the other to follow. The bear of a woman had work to do, and more caches to find and store things in.