Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

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Tonravik was a wolf who had a penchant of rising to all challenges, and winning them. She knew her recent claim would be tested. One was bloodless, another was bloody. It mattered not... both she had won. She was weary from what blood she had lost... and the sound of another padding toward her caused her head to turn, and blood to drip down her face. Tonravik had not thought of the bloodied trail she had left, and looked beyond him. Had blood fallen onto the earth? She had thought her face collected the lot of it, the furs on her cheek half-wet, half-dry with it.

The wound on her ear was small, but it bled a lot despite that. It was clipped on the edge, not the tip, as though she was tagged for something. She recalled that he had told her he could heal, it was time to put him to the test. Her aggression had been taken out on the tawny plains girl, and so she appeared collected for the time.

"If she returns, the Spine will be sure to bring new meaning to wounded trail." Kill on sight. She had no time or patience for the plains girl any more. She remembered Iqniq beat her once. He had said as much. The next time, they would leave her body parts strewn across this place. They would tear her limb from bloody limb. The thought brought peace to Tonravik, and she looked tranquil. But she was watching him very, very closely; would he have an issue with this order? The blood continued to trickle.