Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

Ah. There was her smaller counterpart. Tonravik had missed her presence. The woman had little imagination, but knew how the other would have handled the situation with the plains wretches. Tonravik would have liked to see it. The woman did not stop or slow when she moved to Echelon, hoping to collide and crash into the other full force to knock all the time they had been apart back into the bones of her subordinate, her own tail beating against her sides whippishly as she barked loudly at the wolf she was blood-bound with, sounds made to attest to how good it was to see her.