Ouroboros Spine weathered

They reached their destination without fanfare and set to work, marking steadily along the border. Out there the ambient din of the wilderness engulfed them; she smelled Tonravik out here strongly in spite of their issumator's lack of presence. This did not surprise her because she felt that if anything, her aokkatti and she were of similar mindset. Tonravik would have been marking along here just as strongly as they were. This pack was theirs now, and nothing would tear it away from their grasp.

Beneath that fact, the fading scent of the former alpha lingered. She pressed forward, following the trail left in her wake only to pause and mark along it. The wolves who stayed needed no swaying, not by a days old scent of someone who had so crisply abandoned them. Nor would this former wolf of status come back to their terrain with open arms. Open jaws perhaps, she could not help but think humorously.