Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

The name felt foreign when spoken – but he did not mind. Instead, he gave only a brisk nod of understanding as he prowled after her. He had no more questions for his Alpha – it was only assumed his aide would be welcomed during the pack’s shift as Tonravik enforced her authority upon the mountain they now stood on. His orders for now were simple and given without being spoken: ensure those that remained were loyal to the ebony she-wolf, and maintain the safety of their members.

He felt the presence of the pale wolf still, but did not pay her mind with a glance. His acknowledgement was purely upon the Tartok woman, and until she dismissed him to duty, he was hers and hers alone. A wolf used to fulfilling orders and demands, Ivitaruk was fluid in his movement behind her – his large figure held with a certain amount of pride, but one that would lower upon inspection of the two she-wolves – his superiors.