Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

Tonravik’s words seemed to soothe the other, and when the swarthy female responded in turn to his words by beckoning him to a walk, the warrior readily lifted himself, taking his place behind the she-wolves. Rapt attention was given to his leader, and he gave one quick nod of his muzzle to affirm he understood. “And your followers are loyal to you?” It was truly all he needed to know – if the pack was not fully hers yet, they would need to be quick to remedy this.

Dutifully, he followed, silent until otherwise prompted. Thus was the way of life – and perhaps, should his loyalty and service be rewarded, it would be with the title of his own Tartok branch. To bring honor to his family was what he sought – and to prove himself more than the lost cub he had been, washed upon the shore those few years ago.