Ouroboros Spine Black as the Pit from pole to pole

Tonravik did not see beauty. She did not see wolves as attractive or unattractive, either. What she did see the land as was advantageous. It would give them plenty. Any unwelcome wolves that climbed up would be pushed down until they tumbled and were a mess of their own tangled and broken limbs. Sitri came to her side, and was willing to move with her. Her tail swayed some, not a full wag, but enough of an indicator that perhaps the stony woman could be pleased. When he looked away, Tonravik looked for a minute longer before beginning to move.

That he had voices singing in his head was unknown to her. Quietly, she moved forward to begin patrolling with him. Besides killing a wolf together, what better way for camaraderie than protecting ones land together? She sniffed at the earth, but was relatively guarded, one ear flipping backward to listen to Sitri as she moved to mark the spot, clawing at the earth, her pads secreting their odor upon the earth.