Ouroboros Spine hellbent

Tonravik called and she came. As of yet, Kroc hadn't lain her head down to rest, moving straight to learning the lay of these lands and the lines of their borders after they had come and conquered. So used to traveling, her body was functioning easily on a late night and only a few hours of sleep. So when the call came, Kroc had no issues turning on her heel and running, her gait long to make up for her slower pace. 

She arrived shortly after the call, having been not too far away. Gold eyes caught the form of one of the pack members from before this dawn and examined him, her posture not unwelcoming but not open either. Looking to Tonravik, she chuffed, a low sound that preceded her approach, giving her a quick nose under the chin. She was the Alpha here and Kroc acknowledged that, as she would none other than Siku. 

The bear gave the dark woman some space then, remaining on all four feet as they waited for others to come. She did not see the brown male as a threat with the way his tail touched his paws, the way he sat there with no words and no objections to this change in leadership. Her stance reflected those thoughts, her tail and head above his own, yet still respectful of Tonravik herself.