Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

Same with Kodiak! I can actually see it *_____*

Her eyes remained sharp as they held him, and he was still, as though mulling his options. Tonravik was an impatient woman, but he was quick to make up his mind. His lowered head appeased her plenty, and the bear of a wolf approached him in a loose-legged strut, reaching out to nip him again, this time more rough in her delivery but certainly not hard enough to break skin. Tonravik would never make her subordinates bleed (intentionally) without the intent to kill them; there was no use in harming them, when they were all a unit meant to work together to thrive and survive.

She drifted away from him now, turning broadside toward him and lowering her own head (although her plume remained stiffly and dominantly up), as though egging him on. Her eyes were calculating and the bear of a wolf shifted her weight, her own tail waving despite the snarl on her face.