Ouroboros Spine to follow and find

Once Kodiak had decided to pursue Tonravik, he struck out and tracked her relentlessly. His unwavering focus was on the single task of finding her, and he paused for nothing but food, water, and sleep, just enough to sustain him and no more. Otherwise his sturdy paws did not stray from the invisible path she had laid, one that he traced with a tracking mastery few if any could match.

He loped tirelessly, detecting particles of her scent on the soil, on blades of grass, on the swaying tips of tree branches, and as the scent became more and more concentrated, more fresh, his pace quickened. He was close, he knew, and he was anxious to connect. His powerful legs devoured the remainder of the distance, until his nose was so accosted by her scent that she may as well been standing on his snout. She had succeeded in her ambition for claim, he learned, for her mark upon the rising slope of a mountain ring told him so.

Kodiak seated himself here, just outside the territory. He had gone as far as he could go, she would have to come to him now. With the wind at his back, carrying his scent up the slope, he knew that it was just a matter of time, and so he did not howl for her. She would come of her own accord, and find him waiting, patiently.