Ouroboros Spine to follow and find

Tonravik heard her name, and heard his words, and was fast on the move toward him, attempting to begin invading his personal space with her snout, sniffing all the foreign scents upon his fur to see where he had been. We can, we will. "We can, we will," she echoed gruffly, the words of home. This, now, was home, and so were the wolves. She circled him, tail waving.

That he was here was a good thing. He was welcome, and as he spoke his intent, she invited him past the borders by trotting toward them. Tonravik was not much of a story-teller, but would tell him what he asked as best he could. She looked to Kroc, summoning her toward her with a chuff and looking to Kodiak. He was packmate, now; there was no bond so important as the ones they would forge together.