Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

His words were met with vehemence, though she took a step back. "Like wolves." Dogs she knew nothing of. But wolves were not thoughtless, wolves followed instinct. If in the days to come, he wished to breed and there was another that wished the same, it was of their own volition in what choice to make. She was ice, the sort that had been forged in the arctic and had faced the heat of the sun before. And she remained hard in the breadth of his fire, impassive, cold, unrelenting.

Tonravik was not truly aware of what was happening to her, and she was not so introspective as to reflect. But she knew she wanted for nothing, yet, but for food and for the cool of night. In the following days, she would come to realize what he meant. There was a part of her that understood, that was able to give him something of a reply at all. But she was far more feral and brutish. The days to come and what occurred were not her choice to make; she was a wolf that could only abide by the law of the wild, and when the moment came, the strongest would find their way to her side, whether he was challenged or not. Tonravik herself only wanted to be let alone in her angry haze, but the brown bear kept close, and now, Iqniq lingered. It was then she noted in this damnable haze his posture, and her tail arched, taking one step forward again.