Ouroboros Spine out of the night that covers me

Tonravik continued to move through the territory, her lumbering form from afar looking something like a grizzly not yet full-grown. But, for a wolf, she was large, as large as was proportionately allowed. She carried her weight well, the tall, boxy wolf. In the distance was a pale form... and as her nostrils flared, she caught wind of who it was. Tonravik watched as the confident woman strode toward her, and her erect ears cupped and leaned ever-so-slightly forward. A quiet growl was offered to the woman, mind yourself. Tonravik was not here to push the pack around, and although there was a certain pleasure in dominating wolves, there was no pleasure to be found when it was your own subordinate. The dark woman wanted unity and strength. She wanted the Spine to become a cohesive unit. But none of that could be had if others thought it fit to challenge her every move.

But first, Tonravik knew, the wolves would need to know she was here to stay. Tonravik watched the other, and truth be told, was surprised by the words that she heard. It took a moment for them to register for her. "Do not apologize. You wanted to be sure," Tonravik offered at length, "Sure I was fit to lead." Tonravik understood that much. It was better that Alusia knew she could, the strength she had. There was no shame in what she had done. Tonravik, most of all, knew what it was to earn one place. She had fought tooth and claw for her place before; but, there had been none to fight here. Cara had abandoned the helm. She wondered what Alusia would make of her, now. While Tonravik was not compassionate, strength and force and instinct she could understand.