Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

Tonravik listened keenly, glad for the knowledge obtained and earned. Now she and this bear knew of one another; and if necessary, she could call for their aid if things would come to that. Her comrade was more fluent in her own tongue than Tonravik's, and fortunately she was well educated in both. The woman was glad for her comrades effort, and her tail batted the earth heavily.

"Here, we have dealt with wolves who trespass and test us. Recently, Iqniq and I returned her near-dead." Echelon more than anyone would understand why, because she knew Tonravik was a tactical woman. Stupid with words and slow to pick up on things, yes, but she was born in war, and crafted for it. "They have many," comes her words, but there is little worry there. "and their leader looks strong. But he is not; his wolves run rampant, have no fear of consequence." And he was the consequence, was he not? Well, they had taken matters into their own hands, now.

The woman huffs. She wanted to kill them this instant; but, as it was, she would become more pregnant by the day. She looked to her aokkatti and frowned. "I do not understand their reasons. They do not want our prey. They have their own." What other reason would they come against a pack? She could smell the bison scat at Hoshor, so she truly could not comprehend the reason.