Ouroboros Spine Give a Dog a Bone

Tonravik had yet to discover this particular patch of land. But today, something brought her to it. Perhaps the combined scent of two of her subordinates in one location, or perhaps this was the way the wind blew her. Whatever it was, she was here now. And when her eyes fell upon the mountain of bones, Tonravik moved warily toward it. Iqniq tugged, and Kroc regarded him. Tonravik herself regarded this fixture, here, sniffing at it. Whatever brought it here was long gone, stale. But it did not smell of any of the other wolves that had once been here. The pile was older than even their claim. 

She went to climb it. Tonravik rubbed herself on the pile of bones, where Iqniq was not facing. She would get to that side. The leader was staking her claim upon this pile of bones, her tail waving left and right excitedly. Some wolves had their trinkets; Tonravik was a lover of bones new and old. If the marrow was good, then so was the rest of it. Upon arriving to the top, she noticed Iqniq tugging at a bone. Tonravik lost her footing on the unstable mountain, and as one dislodged, she slid all the way down toward him, bringing a great many bones tumbling down. Ungracefully she came downward, sure to crash into the fiery male if he did not move. She managed to do this reclined on her haunches, catlike, but there was no measure of control in this unfortunate accident as her paws sought stability. Nothing. The mountain remained standing, even despite the dislodging of one bone that caused this ruckus.