Ouroboros Spine Forever Starts Now

She tasted blood. But she held nothing when she withdrew. No tongue. The other shrieked and screamed and Tonravik looked down at the beast who sobbed. Tonravik decided then she'd put the wolf out of her misery. How tired she was of its wailing. It stopped suddenly, and gave her a complacent, hard look. Do what you wish. Perhaps there was a sentient thing in her yet. If there was, the time to find it out was limited for the other. Tonravik would kill the wretch at her next outburst. The leader was impatient and intolerant, and the punching bag was more annoying than she was worth.

"Your tongue." She had decided. If the other was without her tongue, perhaps she would quit her ramblings and simply be quiet. If when the other was without a tongue she still behaved in such a maniacal, obnoxious fashion, Tonravik would put her out. It was that simple.