Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

She ate, tearing into the twitching creature, without holding back. The death for the creature was a slow one, but in time, its life faded, while Tonravik ate its liver. There was more she could gorge upon, but her hunger had been sated. Salamander watched, but Tonravik hunkered over the thing as best she could until she finished. And once that was done, the wolf stepped aside to let the red one have her fill, tail twitching as she made to depart.

Tonravik loosed a short howl to inform the wolves that there was food to be had before the ravens came to get last pickings. The note faded into the air, and Tonravik trotted off, licking the blood from her chops and feeling not at all hungry. Tomorrow there would be a true hunt, and the pack as a whole would work together to bring down a kill.