Ouroboros Spine CONQUER

Still. Quiet. The air shifted and Kroc scented it again, though to no avail. The wolves here were nowhere to be seen, tucked away in their 'safe' little holes while the Tartok wolves invaded. But was it invasion now that Tonravik took this land for the pack? Surely, with the betterment of this failing pack, it could not be spun negatively. Should the wolves who resided here decide to stay, their leader would be superior to any they'd had before. 

Kroc squatted again, marking the land, rubbing her shoulder against the trunk of a tree, against the dirt of the land. This pack would not be failed like this again. Not with Tonravik here. No Tartok wolf would lead a shabby, sorry pack. No, these wolves would be taught pride and vigilance under the guidance of the newly proclaimed Issumator.