Ouroboros Spine out of the night that covers me

When the other left, Tonravik stayed. There was a bear that marched past her. Tonravik watched for a moment before deciding to follow it. Its body language was easy enough to read. It was moving along. But in case it found a meal on her turf, she'd simply make sure to prompt it to leave. The beast was a large one, and although Tonravik was a bear of a wolf, she was not an eight-hundred pound bear. Nevermind six-hundred. By the seasalt on its coarse furs, it was clear that it did not belong.

Even if it did, it would not stay.

Tonravik kept a distance, head low and posture tense. So long as it kept moving, and it left, Tonravik would not challenge its life. She loosed a howl, summoning whatever wolf was nearby to aid her in this march.

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