Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Tonravik hungered to know more of her territory; the plants it harbored and their uses, and the lands within it and the things it hosted. Kodiak was soon beside her, and Tonravik turned to look at the male. It took a moment to comprehend what he meant, and she nodded. Tonravik could think of some. And so she nods. "A few." These wolves she thought of fondly. Tonravik did not know them well, and they did not know her; but they were prepared to be a part of something bigger, something better. Their remaining meant they had chosen strength. And they would be given just that.

"She returned, and some went," she informed. Tonravik could not find her, and it reminded her that she wanted to find that place she had gone. It had not rained since then, and Tonravik recalled her odor... she wondered if she could find it. "We could find their scents," she hums. It had only been a couple of days, and scents had a way of lingering. She wanted the bear beside her to know them. They had become her enemies, of course, but not to the extent of her being after them. Only that should they return, it went without question that they would be attacked upon arrival. She had given them their chance.