Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

He had settled in to a rhythm easily once dismissed form Tonravik’s side. Rest was only gained a few hours after scouting out his new home, and come morning, the large beasts’ figure could be seen sweeping along the borders, taking only a few moments to mark specific things before continuing. It was quiet, which pleased the wolf, and as he lifted himself to his hind limbs and scraped his claws down a tree to intricately leave his mark, the swarthy form of Tonravik could be seen.

As she closed the distance between them, Ivitaruk pushed himself back to the ground once more, his tail dipping lower and his ears sliding back in submission to his Alpha. It was hard to miss his presence with his fiery pelt, and so he uttered a gentle growl to announce his presence – a croon, to entice her forward. His eyes slid over her quickly before landing at her paws – no doubt she would give him orders for the day’s start.