Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

After releasing her ear he nudged beneath her chin. Tonravik waved her tail and attempted to bump her muzzle against his, before swinging it in the opposite direction. They were shoulder to shoulder as they had been for many days. Partners. His sneeze caused her to start, muzzle wrinkling before realizing the mighty sound had just been him. Looking at him, and knowing well the mischievous gleam in his eye by now, the leader openly searched his face, and tried to think of what he might be thinking. Tonravik was only imaginative when it came to fighting and thinking of ways to kill others when bored, but that was the extent of it.

He spoke on her appearance again, and she might have swatted him had she known what the word "grotesque" meant. As it stood, the leader took it as a compliment. More powerful, she presumed the word must mean. And as he spoke of making it worse, the leader tilted her head. Worse? How? Why? Did she want to know? She continued in her step, pausing only pee upon a lonely leaf that bent beneath the weight of her mark.

Tonravik did not speak, still, simply thoughtful. "I do not think so." It fit. She did not think she could make her appearance any more powerful than he was. She was scarred, muscled, and a beast as it was. Perhaps he would know she did not grasp exactly what he meant by what he said, or perhaps he would think the woman self-deprecating.