Ouroboros Spine weathered

There was a slight change in there direction after Kroc spoke, something she took note of and appreciated from the black canine. It was an important piece of information and while she was not a social creature by any means and trusted a seldom few but this, at least, told her that Echelon was not a complete moron. Which meant she was already higher on Kroc's list than most

They moved in silence, her lack of objection her way of agreeing with the change in their plans. These wolves, these deserters would not be allowed back for any reason, not even to linger at the borders and remember their good times here. All they'd get then would be teeth marks on their ass as they were chased away, giving them a good reminder of what they'd lost when they'd left. 

Time passed and they approached the Western border; Kroc paused to squat, marking their territory, standing then to kick the grass and dirt up with her hind feet, effectively spreading the scent to warn away any trespassers, former leaders and otherwise. The quiet between them did not bother the pale creature, moving with Echelon again until they reached the next spot either of them desired to mark.