Ouroboros Spine opportunity is punishable by death

Tonravik turned to her mate as he approached, accepting his nudge and nosing him back roughly in her own rougher show of affection. Her tail waved behind her, slowing as he spoke; she had a feeling, as always, that she would know where to go when that time, that future came. The alpha thoroughly enjoyed his conviction in their future; it was undeniable.

"Our sons will grow strong," wherever they raised their young ursine cubs, there was no doubting that. They would be well protected by land and pack alike. The woman turned and sniffed intentionally down a narrow corridor of the place, and then entered it. It was dark, darker than the rest of this place, but her eyes adjusted in time. It began narrow but soon offered a larger space... and in the corner, a small, shallow pool of water came from the drooling lip of the roof of this place, slight and small. Tonravik pressed into the corner here, circling and pawing at the hard, cool stone lightly before laying in the total darkness, content with this location. None could escape her here, and the echoes of the cave would betray any that thought they could enter.

The spot felt safe and well-hidden. She blended perfectly in this pitch darkness, and her eyes sought the bright furs of her mate.