Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

Ivitaruk came. Where he had hidden mattered not; he did his duty still, even in his time of confusion. The leader noted the rabbit he held, but he dropped it when he was before her. Her tail waved at his words, and she wondered for a minute at that -- the unborn -- and then the thought was gone. She had told him once what she had needed. The leader would not repeat herself; he knew. By the time the cubs were born, she would have wardens and warriors both to protect the Spine.

She pulled the rabbit toward her and eats it. If she had been hungry before, she did not know it. The leader had been ravenous in her heat, and now her hunger had returned to its normal state. Still, she ate without question. Tonravik never wasted a meal. It was not the way. With bloodied lips and the morsel finished, she nodded at her comrade in thanks.

Tonravik then licked her chops. Some blood remained, but not much of it. Aside from Kroc, herself, and her mate, none carried the title of Warrior; it was time this changed. 

So she pawed at the earth in invitation for a quick spar with her, tilting her head slightly.