Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

A well seasoned woman of marking her territory, Tonravik went about the task with gusto. These things she did not tire of, because she could not; her instinct kept her returning to these spots, to reestablish the claim time and time again. That any wolf miss these markers simply meant they had a death wish. In these matters, Tonravik was a veritable genie; their wish would surely come true. They need not even rub a lamp, so eager was she to grant it. Wish for death here, and ye shall receive. It was not a true desire of hers, but when one overstepped their bounds, there was simply no other way.

As she rose, dirt clinging to her, one ear tipped backward as her mate came beside her. The alpha female did not look to him. She should have; maybe then she would have avoided her ear in his mouth. It was an uncomfortable sensation, and Tonravik let him know with a low growl. Although his teeth were soft, it was not a place her ear enjoyed being, and so she let out a growl, unable to retaliate until he released her.