Ouroboros Spine In the fell clutch of circumstance

On the move again, as she always seemed to be. Not a restful soul, was she; if there was work to be done, Kroc was generally up and doing it. Protecting those she was loyal to was Kroc's first priority, even above herself. While she was good at being a loner, she was better at being a pack wolf, one with purpose and drive. Wandering did nothing for her; patrolling the borders and doing whatever it took to keep her home secure? The large, pallid female did that with pride.

At some point during her patrol today, she'd caught a small hare, which she carried in her jaws at the moment rather than stopping to eat. She could consume the kill when she finished this circuit, or put it in the nearby cache. Whichever she felt like doing then. At the moment though, her attention was on greeting her superior, whom she spied in the not-terribly-far distance.

Her tail swished the air briefly, dropping the hare at her feet once she neared Tonravik. An ear flickered, gold eyes unfailingly steady as she greeted her. "Issumator."