Ouroboros Spine Stay Still And Breathe

Tonravik strode through the territory with an easiness that asserted her experience and aptitude with the mountainous terrain, lurking near the borders, ever a devoted servant to her task. She was near enough to the wolf that had visited once before to scent her, and when the call came, a challenge, Tonravik bristled. The alpha truly thought nothing of their last encounter, and if it were possible to, would think even less of the tawny plains wolf herself. The outsider and her visit was irrelevant to the dark leader. The other had been as obnoxious as a gnat; buzzing until swatted away. Tonravik could see, now, that said gnat needed to be put out.

The leader approached the plains wolf slowly, at first, assessing the enemy plainly with her dark eyes. The leader hardly thought the leaner wolf to be a weakling; only their battle would tell her that. Surely the wolf before her was quick on her feet given her size; but the attacks Tonravik would rain upon the stranger would bring far more damage to the other if landed than the lighter wolf would do to her. And, for an instant, Tonravik would have plenty of speed lent to her by the Spine itself, giving the leader herself a greater advantage than she would have for the rest of the fight. And, ever an opportunist, Tonravik sprung to motion, letting the descent lend her bearish body the speed necessary to truly knock the woman off her feet if given the chance to. Tonravik sought to ram into the body of Kivi, to literally sweep the wretch off of her feet. For the moment, her fangs did not seek purchase, knowing that if her attack landed, there would be little point in grabbing hold. In the cover of the night, the two would fight.