Ouroboros Spine hard time forgetting, even harder forgiving

Tonravik moved fastidiously, pausing now and again to nudge at the earth with her nose and then, mark the spot she nudged. But soon, she heard the approach of another. Tonravik was not at all discrete when she turned on her heel to look to the wolf approaching, wanting the other to be sure they knew she was well and ready to meet him, whatever his intent. She knew not the degree of loyalty this pack shared for their abandoner, but what she did know was that said loyalty would seem like child's play when they came to fear know her. 

A single ear twitched at his question. It was rhetorical, but Tonravik did not dabble in rhetoric. She was quite literal. She surveyed the beast before her, and gestured to the borders, quietly asking if he would like to partake in helping her man the borders. Tonravik didn't think it insensitive, just practical. Tonravik would kill the next wolf to do what she had done. But then, unlike the once leader here, she would not even enable the opportunity. The untalkative wolf did not know what to say, and would leave the field open for him to ask what he would.