Ouroboros Spine I thank whatever gods may be

Warden 2 thread, open to OS wolfies~

Days came and went, as did nights. Tonravik was relentless in her guardianship, as stalwart as the mountains themselves in keeping undesirables out. Presently, Tonravik moved in groundeating strides, the length of them easily overtaking a yapping coyote that had likely come to take residence here in the once-leaders absence. Not anymore. Tonravik was merciful in its killing, jaws grabbing it from the scruff as she gave it an abrupt shake. She would kill it, but her attempt here was halfhearted. Tonravik herself bayed into the wood, hoping to draw the attention of one of her subordinates. It was time the Spine rose from the dead.

This would be an easy kill, but one that would at the very least unify her with one of her subordinates. She could kill the thing on her own, but she desired something more from this task here. Action. Action from the pack. She knew she could take it down. Had the subordinates here become lazy without a leader?