Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

The bear of a woman heard his heavy plod, an ear twitching to acknowledge him as she continued to drag the heavy meat, pausing now and again to rest and look around her. But she was quick to get back to work, picking the thing up and tugging it again toward the nearest cache. While there was some open land within the Spine, she preferred the hide the meat in her forests. As Kodiak came toward her she dropped the portion she held unceremoniously, tail waving as he came nearer. Tonravik looked to him as his body moved lightly against her own, curling to nip at his hindquarter in her own rough display of companionship. The wolf was a woman who physically demonstrated her affections by dominating others. It had always been her way.

Tonravik was content, for a moment, to let her meat remain where it was and simply observe him. Her tail waved when she noted he was joining her in this arduous task, and she chuffed appreciatively. Tonravik moved to grip her piece again and continued to tug. In time they came to a forest, the small meadow they had brought it down in not too terrible a distance from where she stowed the food, and she again left the meat and pointed her snout at the large cache for Kodiak to see.