Ouroboros Spine CONQUER

Irritated though she was, it was more with the sense of unease wriggling under her skin more than anything. This place was hollow. Empty. And no one sought to defend what they were supposed to protect. It left a bad taste in her mouth, one that would no doubt wash away once Tonravik was in charge. 

The command changed her course of movement, heading opposite the direction of Echelon to cover more ground. Along the way, they marked the land, marked their support of Tonravik's claim before moving again, searching. She did not stop, checking an empty den she passed by to no avail. Long stale scent littered the den and it held no interest for her. They were either all inland or all just not here. 

A sharp sound off to her right made her head swivel, gold eyes searching. A rodent. Normally, she might have snatched it up but now was not the time. She paused, scenting again, lifting her nose to the wind only to be met with... Nothing. Choking down her growl again, Kroc glanced back at her leader with a silent shake of her head.

She stood there now, a quiet sentinel in the night, watching and waiting for the ghosts of the Spine to come out and face their new kin.