Ouroboros Spine Adrift, Asunder.

If anyone from Moonglow wants to intervene and try to mediate/split them up, they're welcome to join in, I'd say? Maybe @Lestan can catch them arguing? Or we can spree out a little fight and see what happens.

One of the swiftest ways to rile Tulukiri's fighting spirit was to insult her idols, those Tartok warriors who had swept in to her village and so imprinted upon her. To hear Amalia now talking about Tartok as if she were born of their blood, raised in their customs the way Tulukiri had been, and to that end insulting both the people of the north and Tulukiri's entire sense of self, was the last straw.

Shut up, Tulukiri had begun to say, but Amalia's voice was in the way; she repeated herself a second time as Amalia's tirade against Tartok shifted to things closer to home: Kigipigak, Natigvik, the move; Shut up, — and again as she saw Amalia curling her lip, berating Tulukiri on and on and on, until the yearling was at her breaking point: SHUT. UP!

In the next instant Tulukiri was throwing herself from the burm alongside the path, using that leverage along with the reach of her still-too-long legs, to cover the distance and reach with snapping teeth for Amalia's face. If she wasn't going to back down, or listen, or stop then Tulukiri would just have to make her!