Ouroboros Spine hard time forgetting, even harder forgiving

He was honest. He had no roles. Tonravik would not ask him why. Whoever had led before must have let others skate by as others took on responsibilities. Tonravik would be sure all wolves carried their weight. Already his scent was strong; it was then she knew one of her assumptions had been correct. And so, the bear of a woman looked to him. Assessed him. It was clear she was mulling something over. Tonravik had to think before she spoke, simply because she hated words and delivering them. Ambition was rewarded. Laziness was not tolerated.

"Things here will not be as they were," she decides then, ear flicking. "As a pack, we will be strong, now. No weak links." Weak links were useless to her. She was sure her message was clear, and it was far from indirect. It did not only pertain to him, but the pack. Despite his lack of a trade, then, she did not think him incapable. Change was coming, and her arrival was but the first part of it. She did not blame him for his lacking a trade; what had he once been working for? And, for who? A wolf that had left them all. That woman had been the weakest link of them all. But with her gone, the Spine would rise.