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

In this, her conviction was unmatched. He was right to think she would not change her mind. Not for anything. She was a beast of the wilderness, her mind as gnarled and as dangerous as the wilds from whence she came. A tense moment, not even a knife could cut through the thickness of this; only their bodies, she imagined, might be able to beat this tension down, or something very simple. And as his eyes averted, her anger and her unease was gone.


His gaze swept back, and the leader offered a shift of her ears. "You call yourself dumb, Iqniq," she snorted, implying he might challenge, and he might win, and that his cubs, if his thoughts were true, would be as dumb as shit and carried strength alone. Brute strength like her own did not always mean dimwitted; surely he was strong and not dumb, and surely any other was strong and not dumb... and she looks to him, and for a very brief moment offered a look that might be pretty were it not for how unassuming her features would be were it not for her mass, as she said, "I am smart." It mattered not. She won the genetic lottery, she believed. I'll bring the brains to any cubs I bear. And with that, her own tail waved as she moved to nip roughly at him (but again, not to break skin), not sure if her teeth gained any contact as she shifted to sweep away. Her aggression was all but gone; she hoped to find a fox or a coyote and kill it, to bring her irateness to an end for the time and eat in one fell swoop.