Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

The pale she-devil was quick to follow them – something the unfaltering wolf did not mind. Ivitaruk was intent on Tonravik, but that did not mean an ear would flicker to the sound of the pale she-wolf’s paw falls, or to the sound of her breathing. It only pleased him to know the swarthy Tartok wolf had gained such a loyal follower – but it was foolish to think that Tonravik was incapable of looking after herself, even with his size. Their spars in the past had proven this time and again.

“You have a warrior in me,” he confirmed, keeping a pace behind the Alpha. Given the pale female’s reaction to his presence, and the few words Tonravik did offer, Ivitaruk could only determine that there was much work to be done here. In time, it would flourish beneath her reign. “What is this place called?” Had scenery stunned him, this mountain certainly would have. As it was, home was not by the land one claimed.. but the wolves one claimed it with.