Ouroboros Spine the dominant primordial beast

The red-one answered for her, and Tonravik listened to her as she continued on. She could sense the others malevolent nature, and the leader offered her a thoughtful look. And then, the alpha shook her head. "We hunt our prey here," she said decidedly. It worked out, since the mongrels came here so frequently. And if the other wanted to make a game of it? She tilted her head at the others proposition, and looked to the other for a moment.

"We will see," she retorted, enabling the red woman and the dark man both. If any came and smelled of the outside world, they were unwelcome and could be rid of, for all the leader cared. Outside of the Spine was none of her business. Still, "I will not have you go to them. Our prey is here. Our future, here. Their graves, here." They would be as dim and as senseless as their enemy if they did not think their grave may await them in another place should they test their luck. That tawny Plains wolf, who all had smelled after the meeting, could be killed wherever she was found if she could be found near. Something so stupid ought to be killed before it could do more stupid things.

Tonravik side-steps, pausing in her patrol. First she looks to Aupârtok, then to Arverk.

She moved before them and licked her chops. "Spar," she decided, "Do not make one another bleed." There was little point of that. But she wanted to test them against one another, to see their bodies work. To learn of their weakness and to teach them better. If another trespasser was to come, it was best they made as quick work of them as possible. Tonravik would help.