Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

I WAS AS PATIENT AS I COULD BE *invades*

Tonravik had finished marking this side of the territory. At the present time, the sun was at its highest and, to the leader, its hottest. The leader was active primarily at night during the Summer, her fur lending her no favors on the days where the heat was unbearable. It would only get hotter. Her thick furs could in these times be a nuisance.

The alpha lay at a higher point of her mountain, where a cool stream cut through and the trees were plentiful. In the cover of the shade, all was well. Her sides rose and fell rapidly as she panted, taking a deserved rest. The scent of Iqniq drifted her way. She lay on her side, one ear pressed against the earth, but lifted her head and leaned the weight of her body upward to end up laying on her belly. She alertly perused her surroundings, laying in a sphinx-like position, wondering if he headed her way; grass and dirt alike clung to the side of her body she had been laying on, but she payed that no mind.