Ouroboros Spine winds of change

The wind was not in her favor. Neither Kodiak or Iqniq went noted. No, only the bones were in sight. It was only when she went for one that the brown bear stepped into her line of sight, and she paused in reaching for one, her eyes sharp and cold and without any amount of desire at all in them. Her agitation was palpable as she let out a low snarl, her ears fanning backward to listen for the sounds of others and then forward when there was none.

And then, Iqniq; she regarded him much the same, but snapped at neither of them. Tonravik was none-the-wiser about her body and its change, only doing as her basic instinct taught her. She was simple-minded, and decidedly heated; she reached for a bone and dropped it at her feet, hunched protectively over it.