Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

She felt the pinch of fangs, and turned loosely, to change her direction toward Kodiak. With her course altered, she charged like an angry bear, hungry to succeed in her own hunt. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as Tonravik grew hotter (the day was still warm, but cooler than most) and she pursued Kodiak even still. The ground was slick, and in some areas it was difficult to keep her footing, but she would catch him. When she was close, she lashed out as a panther would, forelegs moving to cling to his flank to pull him to her, beneath her; she was not so sure that she would succeed in this maneuver, or that her proximity would be near enough to not narrowly miss him in her strike.