Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

His nudge was met with a glance to him, then to the muddy area. Tonravik truly was very little fun. He huffed, then lay, and the rigid and tense wolf moved in a semi-circle so she faced him. She, too, lay, her stomach falling naturally into the mud and her tail moved in a meek wave. Somehow she had disappointed him, she could sense. Her own forelegs stretched out and she shimmied forward.

The leader was not sure what she had done to disappoint him. Nothing life or death, surely. So Tonravik looked to the fiery wolf and let out a heavy huff of her own, warm air erupting from her nostrils. But the wolf was happy nonetheless, and so her tail thumped against the muddied earth, sending droplets of the stuff raining all around them in an unromantic fashion.