Ouroboros Spine winds of change

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Tonravik bled.

But it was not the blood of battle. And it was not true blood, although it looked it. Her energy had spiked, and her hunger had, too; the wolf moved throughout the territory, digging through a cache and withdrawing from it a rabbit she had deposited a day ago. She had not been so hungry then, but now she felt insatiable, and that she could gorge. And she stripped the creature to the bone, leaving nothing but bones behind.

The leader marched through the territory, dark brown eyes surveying her surroundings. Tonravik was receptive to nothing, and wanted no one; a low growl built needlessly into her throat, and she swallowed it, heading toward her throne of bones. Her tail lashed behind her, certainly releasing a new scent as she walked onward.