Ouroboros Spine In the fell clutch of circumstance

They sparred, quick and easy, more of a burn for energy than anything. In the end, Kroc was Kroc and Tonravik was her superior. It would stay that way, if Kroc could help it. The ill-tempered female was not fit to rule and so, sought to support in every way that she could manage. Instead of seeking to usurp, she would protect, and even a spar like this widened her horizons just a little bit more, preparing her for different fighting styles. 

They went down in a hug, limbs tangled and growls playful as teeth nipped at flesh and fur. She broke from Tonravik to roll to her feet, her tail slicing the air for a moment as she expressed her pleasure of being where she felt she belonged. Soft pants broke the silence, her breathing quick but not labored. A few moments and her heart rate and breath intake would settle and she would once more be calm. 

Looking to the outlying areas of their territory, Kroc made a move to continue her patrol, pausing as she looked back at the dark Inuit. Her ears perked, focusing on her leader as she silently questioned whether or not she would be joined in her vigil to protect their home.