Ouroboros Spine Black as the Pit from pole to pole

Tonravik listened as Sitri spoke, and lifted her head some as she understood. The alpha could appreciate that. She looked away from him, to the land, and then back. She gestures to her side, inviting him to move along with her if he pleased. The beast was a tattered one, and he survived that. Scars were admirable, and she had no doubts of his strength. The marks were a testament to it. Tonravik wanted to patrol more, to guard the land. To make sure not one stone did not boast that she had passed it. The woman was thorough. As a leader, she had no desire to let Sitri down. 

She waited to see if he would join her. Tonravik wanted to work to obtain trades, here; to become esteemed and known in her own lands as someone who worked for her keep, and for her pack. The woman did not want to be alone in this. Her ear flicked as she watched the man, her concentration on him perhaps unnerving.