Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

Tonravik mimicked Echelon in laying down alone, flopping contentedly to her side on the cool stone floor. The days were too hot and near intolerable for Tonravik. It made her think of the North, and of the glacier. She yearned for that place, or anywhere in the world with snow year round. Tonravik felt the eyes of her subordinate and rolled onto her belly lazily, staring quietly at her aokkatti.

Tonravik would answer all the questions of her subordinate and more, but primarily she was interested in Echelon's findings out there. Was there another branch nearby? And Razorback had come with news of the matriarch, her mother, of Tartok; had Echelon also heard of the latest patriarch, Skull? "What have you found," she rumbles, wanting to be lazy in her silence a little longer but also truly wanting to know these things.