Darker than blood

He instructed her to take a break from the harder work. It was almost laughable, for the pale creature was not so sure that their Issumator knew how to do something like "take a break". She might keep to the den but she would rule there as easily as she had outside of it, and until then she would only gradually slow down. She strongly suspected that Tonravik laying around 24 hours a day was only going to happen at the last. Even so, she gave a well-meaning snort, gold eyes alighting on Tonravik accompanied by a proud, confident expression. "Consider it done." She'd have added on 'yesterday', but their leader was not one for words, and extra ones meant nothing. The simple fact was that there would be none allowed even close to the borders of the Spine.