Ouroboros Spine I have not winced nor cried aloud

Tonravik's call broke through the air fiercely, shortly after Cara's own had ended. Cara had returned but not to take back the Spine — not that Sinaaq had any illusions of the child queen's ability to do so. No, instead she called only those she wished to come with her. It did not fall upon deaf ears that she did not summon him to her. It came as no surprise to Sinaaq that he was unwanted given how he oft found himself toe to toe with Cara, ready to challenge her supposed authority. Still, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, not because he cared about her but because she had so passionately rallied him, and had been so ready to chase him out. Hypocrite. The bitch would get her end, and Sinaaq hoped dearly that it was painful and slow. She spoke of loyalties and yet betrayed them as the drop of a hat, so readily leaving them all without so much as a whisper. She had abandoned the ones she had called to her just as thoroughly as she'd abandoned the Spine and they were fools to think otherwise. She did not care about them, only about herself, and only called them away from the usurper because she had need of them. 

Sinaaq's footfalls took him to where Tonravik and a few others were already gathered. He did not want Cara as a leader as clearly as she did not want him as a subordinate. She should have stayed gone, and idly Sinaaq wondered how many times she would abandon them before they would come crawling back on their bellies to the Spine. Steps slowed as he closed the distance between himself and the others that had gathered to Tonravik, setting his fierce, fiery gaze to the bear-like Queen.