Ouroboros Spine Give a Dog a Bone

Tonravik heard Iqniq clamor behind him. Surprise overtook her when Kroc turned in a snarl, and her back-paw lost its footing on a bone uncertain in its place. She slid backward, perhaps even into Iqniq again, but regained her footing. She stood still for a moment, weighing her options. She snorted, chuffing to Iqniq. This could be something of a good training mission, if he was up to it. Tonravik gestures toward the left, the movement for now perceptible, as she moves toward the right.

Which side would Kroc defend? She couldn't do it all... Tonravik snaps at Kroc herself, now, the movement harmless but expressing all the same: move out of my way. Tonravik enjoyed these sorts of games; she enjoyed winning, most of all.