To and through the heart

A voice from behind rang out, echoing in the empty space, and Salamander turned sharply. Her teeth were bared in a defensive grimace, and her fur spiked upon discovering the wolf at her flank. The stranger was quite a few feet behind her - closer to the entrance to the hollow - but she was spooked, and disliked being followed. Salamander stalked towards him with hungry gait, inhaling the musty scent of the cavern along with his own brand of perfume; and when she recognized Tonravik's heavy scent upon him, she turned dismissive. He was no threat to her. And while the fire-coated woman was irritated that she had been stalked so easily, she would not assault a fellow Spine wolf.

With her tail lashing behind her, Salamander simply turned away - not remarking upon his comments, nor his arrival, and only letting her body language convey her annoyance. But she did slink back towards the dark. The cavern was narrow here, but still large enough for a pair of wolves to stand side-by-side and walk; perhaps if they explored together she would feel safer in the dark. Her ears pivoted, then she turned and looked at him - a blank expression now - and muttered, "Come with me."