Ouroboros Spine to follow and find

Tonravik had heard Kroc, and moved stiffly in her subordinates direction. Her long-legged strides enabled her quick arrival to the scene, but a familiar scent wafted toward her nose long before she could be seen. Kodiak. A survivor, by all means. A wolf who had piqued the interest of a great leader as a mere cub. That in itself piqued Tonravik's curiosity; there were many wolves who, in the conception of their branch, had been unable to bear cubs. Siku had stressed the woman of Tartok beneath her lead so much that it was a miracle to even the women when their time had come. Kodiak's mother years ago had been a victim of it; but, fortunately for Kodiak, it meant the leaders could afford his survival.

Kroc spoke, and Tonravik knew already the answer but did not speak it. She looked over the brown bear, and paused, looking at him now and waiting for his deference; had he come with news, or had he come to join her?