Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

Tonravik felt Kroc at the ready beside her while listening to the wolf before her. He was quick to state his intention and Tonravik nodded. She accepted him swiftly, and turned broadside to invite him to move with them to continue patrols, this time, with him in tow. "I found this land. The leader was gone. It is mine, now," she rumbles, her ears perked. The words were dark, the threat clear. That it was her own meant that if the woman returned, she would be welcomed only by fangs and perhaps death.

The leader would test the waters with her newest subordinates soon. A hunt was in order. Tonravik licked her chops. While the woman hoped to earn the support of her latest followers, if they preferred the leader that had run from her post, they could go. That only meant they lacked intelligence, and she had no need for that sort. For the while, she was optimistic that perhaps they were wiser than that. Tonravik was glad he had come to strengthen her claim and reign.