Ouroboros Spine weathered

They made good time, not filling it with pleasantries or small talk. Kroc was just as quick to offer information to Echelon, which the pint-sized wolf was very appeased with. Knowing this changed everything for her and subtly, she changed their course towards the west. Though she considered the overall likelihood of the former alpha to return after abandoning her pack, she would not out-rule the possibility. She knew that Tonravik wouldn't and in turn, there was little reason for her to grow cocky of their new found claim.

"We should be sure to keep checking that trail then, make sure it grows stale." If this alpha wanted to lie in wait like a snake in the grass and hope that they would grow complacent, then she would be wrong. They would sever the head from the snake. "Perhaps mark it more, as a warning to others." The changeover was a tumultuous time and this she was keenly aware of. The fact that subordinates in that meeting had been brazen enough to briefly challenge Tonravik told her that anyone could have tried to swoop in. At least, that was her thought on the matter.

Crossing over a thin branch of a brook, Echelon let her own gaze wander as they pressed ahead. There was much to this land, so much variety. Too many pockets for wolves to shy away in, which she suspected some of them would be doing. Time would change that.