Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

Tonravik looked at him as he asked the question. If the wolf returned, it would certainly not be to yield. And so her words still stood, and she did nothing to take them back. That wolf was unwelcome here. For each time, she proved to be an annoyance. Did one let a mosquito keep sucking their blood, or did they kill it if given the chance? And Tonravik was not dealing with an apologetic insect. If the wolf returned, it meant she had a death wish; Tonravik was more than willing to oblige her. Tonravik nods. She did not care under what circumstance the wretch came under, belly-up or apologetic.

The wolf knew she was not welcome here. She had made it perfectly clear. So Iqniq could be sure that if the wretch came, she knew what she would meet. Death. Tonravik huffed as a bead of blood moved over a brow and past her eye. "It still bleeds," she grumbles irately. Did he have the ability to make it stop?