the bloody and the broken

The woman, who had taken to chewing her bone in the shade, heard the sound from a distance. It was very clearly a wolf, though one not in the best of moods. Given the other was nearby, Tonravik imagined that she may be in her trajectory; so the alpha female lingered there, sure that the other who had made the sound would reveal herself in time.

Tonravik herself continued to gnaw. She wanted to reach this marrow, and she did so with intense concentration written on her face. Her fangs pressed and pressed as she continued, her mind blissfully numb and empty in this instinctual process. One ear flit backward, listening for the sound of the roaring wolf's approach.