Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Tonravik observed the male make short work of the task she had silently given him, watching his own furs shift as his muscles worked to pull land free and then hide the meat away. When he was done with his own, Tonravik moved to deposit her own large chunk of meat there as well, and then buried it. With that done, the alpha looked around them, an ear twitching. She discovered things frequently, but had hardly the time to truly investigate her land as she had wished to. Their numbers had grown, however, and it was as good a time as any to scout out the babbling waters she heard, carrying less sound than a river but more than a stream.

Her interest piqued, Tonravik moved in that direction, following the sound at a brisk jog, sure Kodiak would come to join her in her investigation. The sound increased in volume as she grew nearer as it ought to, and her eyes found a stream. She trailed the winding waters from afar, and looked over her shoulder for the brown bear.