Ouroboros Spine the dominant primordial beast

They shared a glance, but that was that. Salamander continued on with her own business of trailing them, inspecting the terrain, and then the dark one spoke. Both of them spoke, rather. She was attentive to Tonravik and then dismissive of the stranger, although the words he spoke made her sneer in his direction. "Tonravik -" Salamander cut in, answering the dark man's question while actually addressing their leader; showing her dominance of the male with her quick response and clear dismissal of him, "- shall we go and hunt for them?" The invitation hung in the air while Salamander casually slipped around the pair of them, and as she settled nearer to the Alpha, she looked downright eager to hunt down this threat. "Or make a game of it. I am certain I can take down at least three wolves before this one has a chance to taste the blood of one."

As she mentioned the man, she tossed her snout in his direction and looked utterly bored; but her flamboyance was just an act. Meant to rile the stranger, to test him, and get the three of them moving. The promise of battle made Salamander's blood run hot in her veins - but her confidence may be her undoing.