Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

As it was, home was not by the land one claimed.. but the wolves one claimed it with.

LOVE DAT LINE!!!

His response pleased her, and she nodded. With their experience combined, Tonravik did not doubt her wolves would fight and fight hard for her. The wolves she as of then definitively knew were her own were him, Echelon, and Kroc. The others she would come to find out. She would weigh and judge them, and it would take the beast little time to discern whether or not the rest were to be trusted. If not, they could go. The Spine had no room for the spineless.

Tonravik sniffed at the air, searching for any scents that ought to concern her. Nothing did, and as he spoke she responded. "Ouroboros Spine." Tonravik had no idea what it meant, but could see why it might have "spine" in its title. In being near the places base, the mountains looked like a splintered one, up and down, a bony quality to it. Whatever it was called, it was hers. To lead again was refreshing, invigorating, even under the circumstances. But Tonravik cared not for those; she was not a woman to break due to them.