Ouroboros Spine Stay Still And Breathe

It was all well and good for others to know of their existence. They were not invisible, and she did not pretend to be. Tonravik was a wolf who was strong, and that knew this. Surely others would know of this pack. But only that it was there, and that it was intolerant to stupidity. Anything else? They would never know. When her howls quieted, and the pack as a whole had finished their warning, Tonravik looked to Kerosene. She had heard him, but the priority was for this insolent being to know she was only welcomed here by death. Now, she responded.

"I have seen her one other time. She came to the borders. Asked if we knew of Plains, or Bison." Tonravik looked back to where the wolf was headed, bloodied and beaten. "I said no." Tonravik did not know nor care to know why the other had come back to challenge her; this land had no bison, or plains. "She was not pleased when we suggested she leave." Tonravik snorted, imagining then that this other wolf had probably not heard the word "no" before. Well, she was chock full of them, including denying the other victory here. Hopefully the other now understood that there was nothing here for the plains wolf but death, and Tonravik would await her with open jaws. This wolf was no different than any other lone wolf, and so was not treated as such. What had the little one expected? It was about that time she noted Kodiak approaching in a deferential manner. Her eyes fell upon him immediately, sharply, and the furs around her nape rose and she let out a low rumble.

She was disinterested in this. But she saw its necessity. She let him remove the blood from her muzzle, but when he made a move for her ear, she jolted backward and shouldered past the two, less keen on letting anyone access the sensitive area. Her own tail was stiff behind her, and Tonravik narrowed her eyes...

Once, twice, she let his tongue brush against her ear. But this stung more than her muzzle, and she could only tolerate someone near her face for so long no matter who the wolf. She jolted backward and bore a tooth: leave it. She then shifted, going off to travel the borders some, the bleeding of her ear not so terrible, now, but still a nuisance. Tonravik would need real assistance of stopping the blood, although it was far from life-threatening, but she had stubbornly resisted the first go around.