Ouroboros Spine deity forged architecture

He deferred and that was simply enough for her, for now. Echelon was pleased that he did not act up in presence because Tonravik was not there. Not that it mattered anyway to her; Tonravik would always be somewhere close by. If things were to go south now, Echelon knew her aokkatti would always be close by. And for a moment, she believed that he was willing to test that however crisply — the momentary glance to her gaze only earned him a flash of her teeth. Even in his submission, she would not relent.

Sitri, as he introduced himself, would perhaps make a proper wolf of Tartok in time.

Closing in the gap between them, Echelon invaded his personal space to examine him closely. Another unspoken test and one where she would not use her words to speak to him. She nudged a scarred flank as she circled past him lazily. Come, it suggested. If he would, she would utilize whatever skills he had in tandem with her own. There was much work left to be done in securing the Spine as their own and first and foremost, was tending to the ringlet of hillocks and valleys to ensure they had not been breached overnight.