Ouroboros Spine Black as the Pit from pole to pole

Her eyes flit left and right, and Tonravik weaved through the trees expertly, pausing now and again to mark diligently and stare into the distance as though daring something to emerge. As fortune would have it, nothing did. The large woman did not turn as she jogged forward in hearing someone nearby, but she slowed. One ear cupped in the direction Sitri came from, and when she heard the chuff, Tonravik turned loosely in her trek, spine curling as she moved to face the dark man.

To her knowledge, Sitri was stable mentally. The woman (obviously) had not spent a great deal of time in his presence, but she had every intention to. As the Spines leader now, Tonravik wanted to know these wolves for who they were and what they were worth. If their intention here was to simply live a baseless existence in what had become her territory, she would chase them from these lands. This was what she sought to discover. Her tail idly twitched as the alpha looked to him, he who she had recently accepted (unknown to her, back) into the fold. She wondered if he had called her attention for a reason, and so waited to see.