Ouroboros Spine CONQUER

Tonravik moved stealthily, shoulder blades rolling sharply; if she were to be an ocean dweller, she would then be most comparable to the shark as its fins sliced the waters and the air. But they came across nothing, no one. None to question her, none to prevent this; and so, her pace quickened, her eyes continuing to flit left and right for sign of wolves that would follow their leader... But there was none of that, here. Tonravik knew well that without a leader, pack order and pack life was, well, a sad state. 

She would fix this. This would never happen again. 

The wolf continued in her actions, marking, taking her time, making the land her own. The leader, whoever it had been, was long gone; she had abandoned her post, and her wolves. Tonravik had looked forward to taking the wolf down, her aggravation with Tuwawi sticking to her... but this, this would be fine. The wolf had abandoned her wolves, as Tonravik would never do. Her ears shifted atop her head, listening for sounds around her, and knowing her wolves would notify her of anything.