Ouroboros Spine deity forged architecture

Yay, Sitri thread!  It's been a while. <3

As her luck would have it, the first wolf she encountered was none other than the scarred being that had been present at the meeting.  Her posture shifted as she spotted him, tail coiling skyward in a firm display that she was to be higher than he.  It was also just as much for show, as Echelon was meek in comparison to his size.  She would forever retain that appearance of youth, her growth stunted somewhere even though she had been far from the runt of her own litter.

With a chuff towards him as she approached, Echelon merely tested the waters for now, innately curious of how well she could be received in her own bold display.  She was the newcomer to this place, she was apart of the group that had come to seize the territory when it had been left behind for reasons that she did not care about.  It was Tartok's now, it belonged to them.  But whether or not this particular fellow would be accepting of that was beyond her ability to guess.  He either would or he wouldn't, and not to do so would not go well for him... and likewise, for her as well.

Whatever his past, Echelon made it clear that she did not care.  Her eyes did not linger over the mess of craters and old wounds, but focused on his face.  On his being.  In spite of his melancholy, she wanted to believe there was something formidable there, something that could be shaped and molded and built to suit the needs of Tartok better.  She wanted to appraise his worth and this was where it began, where collectively their future began.