Ouroboros Spine weathered

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The wolves of this pack were lacking, in her eyes. Lacking in discipline, forethought, common sense, you name it. The meeting had proved that of at least a few, though the white female in particular. Had Tonravik not descended upon her, surely herself or Echelon would have done much the same. From that point forward, her idea of the others was tainted but surely they would see how they would all shape as time went on, the ones that stayed anyway. 

From the gathering of canids, Kroc had departed to go continue her study of these lands. Her body, though tired, was used to pushing through deprived of sleep. She would catch up on it later, as her mind did not experience the same feelings. The wolf held herself (and others) to tough standards and always had, which made her judgmental of wolves she did not know. It was part of why she'd been a loner for so long, why she'd never been in a pack after the initial faction of Tartok. 

The thoughts that rolled through her mind came to a halt as she did so physically too. Ears moved atop her head, listening, her nose working to scent the wind. There was another close by, though she was unfortunately upwind and couldn't get a lock on who it was. Rather than circling back to confront the wolf, Kroc waited, her large frame unadapted to ambushes and silent movements as it was. It was more her personality to stand and meet who tailed her and she would do just that, though the creature was not disappointed when the other came into view. 

A slight wave of her tail displayed at least an amicable disposition. "Echelon," She greeted. Of the others, excluding Tonravik, the dark female's company was preferred. "Need something?" Short and to the point, Kroc's tone wasn't abrasive, but curious. Obviously, her own footsteps had been followed, and this meeting wasn't by chance.