bone mountain

Tonravik darted toward a foreign scent after hearing a sneeze. There was something vaguely familiar about it, but the leader was unsure. She prowled after it, having no need to communicate the threat she presented to the stranger... 

As she thrust herself before him, the leader bore her fangs and was met with a series of short barks. Tonraviks fangs, therefore, did not seek real purchase as she realized her error. She lurched backward and her tail waved openly, as much as an apology as one would ever get; Tonraviks jaws clicked at open air as she invited him to play, as though her intent had never been to kill him. 

It was an honest mistake.