Ouroboros Spine CONQUER

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The only sounds were the sounds of the night. An owl. Crickets. But from the Spine wolves, there was nothing. This victory was an easy one, and Tonravik let out a snort. This task was done. They were far into the territory. Now, to mark it, make it theirs. Tonravik scoured the horizon and still, when her glare summoned nothing but further silence, Tonravik bore her teeth and began to make work of claiming the land. Her defenses were still high, and she listened hungrily for the sound of anything other than their breathing, the patterns of which she had memorized. Anything out of sync, anything new, she would recognize and spring upon it.

As it was, for the time, it wasn't the case. Kroc and Echelon found nothing, for if they had, she would know already. It was still quiet. With all the confidence and calm in the world, the woman continued leaving her mark. She could smell them. But when they did not come, she continued.