Ouroboros Spine to follow and find

A single note rose with the winds, a call coloring the air of the day. It was both a warning to the wolf that lingered so close to their lands and a notification to any Spine wolves in the vicinity. With the issues that they had been having recently with trespassers, the silver coated hound would take no chances and make no mistakes. She took the job of Warden, of protector seriously, and woe to those that tested her on it. The wolf that hung in the outer edges of their land did not push that ferocity, but it bubbled and boiled under her skin and fur and flesh, always there, always ready to come out.

Large paws carried her across the borders, moving to meet the multicolored canine, gold eyes narrowed in some emotion. Her tail rose with her head, all senses pinpointing him and focusing. A low, warning growl, an unspoken threat though he had still had a good breadth of distance before Kroc would have attacked him for being too close. This one obviously had some amount of intelligence. 

She remained mostly on their land, her stance dominant but prepared for action as her voice carried, low and rough. "What do you want?"