Ouroboros Spine weathered

The beginning of Tartok? This only piqued Echelon's interest because she had not thought Kroc to be much older than she. But that certainly changed her opinion of her slightly, if only for the sake of where they stood in comparison to one another in time. Whether or not Siku was the start of Tartok was another story altogether, one that Echelon probably should have known but did not. She cared little for the tales some had been told. That was their station in life, to gather that knowledge. But it was station not suited for her, who prefered the thrill of battle and the usage of guile than talk.

It would be no different here either, as she had no reply to offer. Though she was curious to some extent why Kroc was aside from Siku, why she had never seen her before, she found that it did not matter. For all she knew, perhaps she had been dispatched to hold some other territory beneath their reign, just as she was certain between them and where they were now, there would be little battalitions popping up. Like a legion army spread across the earth, they would consume land strategically and invite the willing into their fold. And they would keep them if they could, just as they would these wolves of the Spine.