Ouroboros Spine preserve the evidence

she's playing for a bit longer, tossing the creature, tugging at it, thrashing it - then during a pause in the action, as they clean the taste from their lips and catch their breath, a boof issues from very close-by. runa drops the creature immediately, although it plops between her paws; she looks sharply after the sound, and it is then that she notices the stranger.

a bit of fur is caught in her teeth, and she works at this like a cow might chew on cud, wrinkling her nose and contorting her lip so she can gather up this chunk of old tissue. as it rolls to her molars she chews it, swallows.
the wolf smells like a man - and his posture is tall, imposing. he speaks, and she hears it but shows no sign of understanding. the weasel is their prize, and runa clicks her teeth, making sure it is known that she has them - and is ready to use them, if necessary. such information is conveyed through her looming figure over the weasel body, the rigidity of her spine, and yes - that odd clicking of teeth.