Ouroboros Spine weathered

She found the pale behemoth lurking in the depths with some relative ease. Unlike the heavy storm clouds overhead, Kroc stood out in the darkness where Echelon made her attempts to meld with it. She regarded Echelon with relative ease, though the display of greeting was minor in comparison to the words that were forthcoming. Their preference of who they kept company with was likewise though, but did little to stop the terseness that rumbled out of the pint-sized wolf.

"We need to continuing scouting the territory." There was something unspoken in that tone, something that even she could not keep out of it. It was a request that Kroc would come along with Echelon. She pressed on ahead of the pale female, feeling it necessary to take the lead. There were few places of particular interest that had grabbed her attention, but this was not just a scouting task alone. If there were still any loyalists of the former alpha hiding out on the fringes of where they had roamed thus far, she wanted to smoke them out.

And somehow, she doubted Kroc would object to that.