Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

Tonravik herself charged down the mountainside upon the scent of someone foreign meeting her nostrils. Iqniq was already there, and Tonravik drew to his side looking at the male before her with no interest--yet. To her, he was not yet a potential joiner but a male debating on trespassing. Disobeying was an option only to those who had a death wish. 

When she drew next to the flame, the bear looked to him stonily. He would not be the first she killed. He would not be the last. Tonravik moved slowly and deliberately, ready to assist in the end of this male should he not submit to their whim (him leaving) or their might. There was, of course, the chance of him remaining in all of this. If he submitted to the duo, spoke with intention, they might listen; he was not so close enough for Tonravik's first thought to be of ending him. That would come only if he did not listen, or did not bend to them.