Ouroboros Spine deity forged architecture

Open for any OS wolf. :)

Thunder cracked open the sky overhead, though once again this did little to deter Echelon. She did not fear what the sky could hurdle at them, did not fear the torrents of rain as they came crashing down. Instead she wove her way through the thicket of forestry in the heart of the territory, almost looking for something. But not for shelter. What she was seeking was far from shelter in the slightest, as she hoped to encounter one of those wolves that made up the Spine for herself.

Even with Tonravik readily at the helm of the pack, the tension that remained was far from gone. It was a vague assumption that things would go smoothly, as for all Echelon knew things could go sideways in an instant. If the wolves fled from them, then so be it for she would gladly chase at their heels in glee. If they rallied behind them and began to adhere to the Tartok way, she would gladly assist them in bettering themselves. Whatever the outcome, she was prepared and justly, she sought out someone from that pack to integrate herself properly. Bonded with Tonravik as her aokkatti, she wanted them to know that they needed to respect her just as forward as they did their new alpha.

Whether or not any of them would take to her attempts was another story to be told.

agalloch — birth and death of the pillars of creation