Ouroboros Spine winds of change

They let her be. Tonravik turned back, exposing to both parties a reddening she did not think to obscure. But it was out of sight quickly, as she lay to deal with her bone, chewing mindlessly at it. The wolf continued this, though now and again would pause to look around her. Tonravik was an angry woman, angrier and more irritable than normal. Hungrier, too.

Tonravik heard them speak, but did not listen to make sense of words. Far more feral than ever, she rose with her bone and moved off to find a place to bury it. No doubt she'd dig up many more holes to bury her bones in.