Ouroboros Spine How charged with punishments the scroll,[m]

Tonravik did seem to quiet as his tongue wiped her face clean. Clean of expression, clean of anything. She looked at him for a long moment, and her own tongue went to slide over her nose. Her ear twitched as she heard another rumble, and she felt a familiar twitch in her stomach. Hunger. At the least they had caches to dig into a meal. They refilled them frequently that Tonravik knew there was no shortage of anything they needed there.

Nudging past him, needing the perpetual contact it would seem, Tonravik bounded ahead some. For the moment she would lead the way to meat, 'til he was by her side again. Her nose pressed to the earth as the aspiring gamekeeper sought the closest cache. When one was found she began to dig, a string of saliva oozing prettily from the side of her mouth as she panted heavily. Her temperature in her heat skyrocketed as everything else had. Her temper, her hunger, her desire, her impatience... but still, she dug, their present hunger in mind.