Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

I WROTE A WHOLE POST FOR THIS YESTERDAY SHRIEKS LIKE A BANSHEE

As Iqniq demonstrated what she ought to do, Tonravik first observed then repeated unto herself. She was swift in dipping her head beneath the water once more, then stepped backward so she could duck her head without submerging it again with more water. She let the wet foreleg brush lightly against the torn flesh, not so much as wincing as she took it like a woman. This time, dirt particles loosed themselves from the presently bloody lobe, and the wet wolf continued this up until the point she heard a wolf behind them. Tonravik snorted water from her nose, but Ivitaruk spoke before she could take a whiff, and turned to face him.

Tonravik listened to Iqniq speak, and decided she would have said much of what he had. She was sure Ivitaruk had heard, but wanted to hear things from she herself; still, that she need not speak an extra forty words certainly made her feel all the better. Tonravik moved to slip out of the waters, and as Iqniq departed stating he would be back, she thought to lead her other fiery companion to the scene of the crime itself. But, as it turned out, Iqniq was wise to her and returned to prompt her to stay here. She stared at him for a moment, before deciding she would not make his life any more difficult by deliberately ignoring his request.

So as he walked off, she looked to Ivitaruk. Iqniq had said the brunt of what she would have, if not more. Her ear was bleeding less, now, but now and again as blood gathered in one spot, it would fall into the lake to fade into nothing.