Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

Tonravik moved with the trio. His question was an important one. Her delay in response was answer enough, and her tongue rolled around a canine absently. "We will see." The woman had tests in mind; and those who wanted to leave, could. An absent leader was something she was not. The authoritarian wolf was present. Activity was important to her. Her strides were long and she looked to the borders. 

"The leader could return. I am in need of mianersiyok." Guardians. Warden. Watchmen. Tonravik could not trust the minds of her pack without knowing their true outlook on Cara. Would they attack her on sight, as commanded of any intruder or wolf near the border? Her eyes turned to Kroc. That was why she had told the woman to waste no time in pushing the wolf away. And all, if they waited, were to be received by her.

The Tartok wolf would grow to become Issumatar. Her mother was supreme, however, and this, with all its chaos, was far from Tartok. These wolves she would not force the name on unless they desired to become. This land was stolen and hers to deal with, but the wolf was unsure of the merit of those already here. She would come to find out.