Ouroboros Spine winds of change

She would have been content to stay in place and stay away. They seemed good with leaving her alone. Tonravik generally would not have minded a scuffle; in fact, she condoned them. But the damnable itch and her aggressions caused Tonravik to let the bone alone for a moment as her tail flagged behind her and she marched toward then, jaws agape and snarling loudly for them to leave this area, the both of them, tail-tucked. Iqniq picked up on it, but he stood in her destructive path as he moved to usher Kodiak off. In her drawing closer, the scent would surely thicken and clot their noses; it ought to promote obedience and subservience, which was precisely what she wanted.

Her jaws click shut on open air, the action a promise that the next time her jaws did such a thing, they would not come up empty. She wanted none near her, and the snarling, irritable Tonravik felt her frustrations culminate into this very moment.