Ouroboros Spine opportunity is punishable by death

The woman of Tartok were hardier than most, but were not immune to what stupidity could do. The stupid did not survive; neither did their cubs. Tonravik had only now felt that pull to move into the depths of the territory, to seek and to find the perfect, protected haven to bring to this pack their next generation. As her mate lowered his head to her slightly larger, definitively swollen abdomen, the woman's erect lobes pinned forward. It was the instinctual desire to herd him away from the vulnerable spot that answered more questions than the swelling itself did. He did not linger too long, and so she did not need to snap; he seemed pleased, and so was she.

In her, after all, would be great sons of theirs.

He pointed in some direction, and the leader turned to look. There had been a dark area which she had not thoroughly explored... but as he nudged her, she felt a prickling need to. And so she lumbered in that direction, a place where she would keep for the coming months unbeknownst to her, quite interested in the cooling temperatures she felt as she drew herself into its darker depths.