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

It was quite easy to get the last word with the leader, given words were something she preferred to do without. So his final words on the matter were merely met with a nod. Yes, of course not. It had been why she had said it. Her dark eyes did not remain on him for long after that. They had another matter to get to. Food. And they did.

Following the marks left behind by the herd, the duo found the critters soon enough. Still here, and strong in their number, and as oblivious as the day they had first been discovered. She saw him tip his head in her peripheral vision, and her head looked to what he had seen.

A drinking doe. Tonravik shifted her weight. It was agreed upon with a stiff, quick nod.