Ouroboros Spine opportunity is punishable by death

As she walked deeper into the place, Tonravik felt the niggling die into nothingness as she knew that this quiet place, somewhere within its confines, would be where she settled. Tonravik sniffed at the air and the earth both to seek any wanderers within here, prey or otherwise. Rodents certainly did, she could smell, but nothing that caused her real concern yet. Tonravik probed at the walls, nosing for any hidden areas.

His sound distracted her, and her moist, inky nose turned toward him as he became her focus. Her claws clicked against the ground as she heavily padded toward him, noting a water source she had scented before him. The coolness of this place and what it offered combined made it the ideal place for her to settle... and as she turned to investigate the place more, it was clear that in this place she looked to do just that.

Here would be the place he and the pack would bring her food, and where she would bring their children in.