Ouroboros Spine I have not winced nor cried aloud

An unfamiliar howl summoned the Spine wolves, stirring a frown upon the copper wolf’s features. His initial instinct was to seek out the caller – knowing it to be the wolf who had abandoned her stead, and yet Tonravik’s own howl echoed across the lands instead, halting his pace. A low growl seeped past his lips, but he knew better than to continue against her word. Pulling back, the large male loped quickly in the direction of the swarthy she-wolf, his brown eyes questioning as he came upon her.

But he did not openly voice anything. Instead, his form was rigid – displeased by this outcome, and yet thankful it had finally occurred. Now, they would know who would continue forward with the pack as it was, and those who would return back to the uncertainty that was their allegedly flighty leader. He had met none of them – and so he trailed to his Alpha’s side, brushing a shoulder against her.

So, the head count began.