Ouroboros Spine In the fell clutch of circumstance

Tonravik nodded to Kroc's words, pleased. She knew it was a matter of time before the other came to attempt to take her wolves back to her. Let her come. Tonravik doubted the loyalty of some of her wolves here, but none of those wolves had come here with her. As for them, if they went, she would let them. While she would not forget their cowardice, Tonravik found she could not be bothered by the potential of it. She had no desire for wolves who were content to go with the motions, and would surely chase them off if they did not go themselves should they decide to be unproductive as they had always been thus far. No, their going would open room for wolves of more potential and worth should they decide to move on from here.

They would never be welcome back.

These thoughts passed her mind as she looked at the wolf she had come to trust. Although Tonravik had known the woman a short time, the other was a woman who Tonravik knew would do what it took to make it here, and to help her vision of the Spine come to fruition. The dark wolf was patient, biding her time to implement anything else here but stricter border control, knowing she needed to trust and be trusted by her followers before any other moves were taken.

Kroc pushed the hair toward her, and Tonravik pulled it in her own direction, licking the furs from it first with a rough stroke of the tongue before digging in. She had been hungry, and a hunt was due. It took more than a hare to sate her monstrous appetite, as big a wolf as she was, but it contented her. It was soon little more than bones, and Tonravik growled appreciatively.