Ouroboros Spine on the wing

After releasing her bladder, and kicking dirt over it, she returned to her scraps. And there was the raven she had heard. Tonravik looked to the meat and then the raven. Neither of them seemed to want for anything in that moment. The leader thought of what she knew of the creatures, and recalled that the birds had a good memory. So, Tonravik was complacent, and stepped aside to lay down, affable and inclined to let the other peck at the meat as it pleased. 

The woman would do more for ravens than she would for other lesser canine creatures. But they had done for her a great deal more, and with significant less harassment (though that was not to say they never did). A large bough covered her in shade, and the leader rest her face between her forelegs.