Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

Tonravik's tail waved when she felt his tongue press against her, thinking it a move to lick her chin. Tonravik herself rumbled deeply, more than pleased and appeased by the gesture. She stepped off of him promptly, so he could rise. That he had let her catch him she was unaware of; Tonravik only thought that she had won in this game of tag, and panted heavily from the exertion it took to run in the warming noon. She headed toward a cover of trees, flopped down into the loamy, wet grass (cooling), and let loose a yawn that could rival a lions.

Nap time. She rubbed her face in the earth, and when comfortable, Tonravik simply closed her eyes and listened for Kodiak, falling into a light doze in the process. She was quite a light sleeper, and somehow seemed alert even in her vulnerable position.