Ouroboros Spine Pebble chatter.

Tonravik noted that the other hadn't made a move to follow her, and while normally she would have kept going, Loreley was a wolf she did not yet know too well, and was a wolf that she did want to know. Few had the "privilege" to earn Tonravik's curiosity, but Loreley had. The wolf had been here during Cara's rule, and had decided to stay. So the large, bear of a wolf turned, smelling the odd emotion. Tonravik lifted her lip, confused, but shook out her furs and stiffly trotted back toward Loreley. 

Sadness was something Tonravik did not comprehend. Given the fact she was not emotional, there was a lot she could not comprehend in others. If a wolf could carry their weight, they were not useless to the alpha, and so Tonravik let out a low chuff, inviting Loreley again along with her to get some work done. Tonravik had no qualms in showing Loreley what she expected. The pale one might be timid and think herself weak now, but Tonravik was here to strengthen the pack and its inhabitants. Loreley was a part of that, and Tonravik stonily looked to her, tail twitching idly at her hocks. Would she come?