Ouroboros Spine j - hollow life

The male braced himself – having only moments before watched her with quiet satisfaction. It had taken him a bit to find her, but now he had been accepted in to a threshold that held more grounding than he had suspected. It was good to be at the side of his old comrade once more. He held no doubt how swiftly the pack would rise to a position of power, and once the disloyal were vanished, the true building of the pack would begin.

She pushed in to him roughly, eliciting an approving growl from the male as his muzzle sought to gently nudge beneath her chin in comradery and submission. Once more he moved forward to follow her, his eyes only shifting over Kroc briefly before moving on with the task at hand. Every so often he would leave his own mark upon the lands – he was now a wolf of the Spine.