Ouroboros Spine Wake Me When The Light Is Gone

Tonravik had not made a sound other than her responses, and blinked as the other growled. Back off, Tonravik heard. The audacious demand was met with the aggressive forward-thrust of lobes over brow. The other had overstepped her bounds in making any demand of her subordinate, and the snarl was taken as a challenge to their authority over their own land. Tonravik herself let forth a bone-rattling snarl that held an entirely different, more direct message: I will kill you--, taking another step forward and aggressively responding to the other. Get out. Her defenses remained at the ready, and her teeth were revealed. She made promises, not threats. And this was her promise.

She watched the other disappear into nothing on the horizon, flicking an ear and snorting, muzzle wrinkled. The other wolf was a dimwitted one. No sense to follow her eyes, her nose, to get her own answers. Lazy.