Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Kodiak stepped back, allowing his Alpha the room to deposit her meat. While she buried, he rubbed himself against a nearby bush and cocked a leg to mark it. Much like their borders this was a defensible site, and any intruding predator helping themselves to it would be met with unforgiving teeth.

Tonravik's certainty that he would follow when she moved to investigate the sound of water was not unfounded, for he did not so much as think a moment before his broad paws carried him after her. At a brisk jog the pair found the source of babbling quickly, a clear stream. She looked over her shoulder as he made his way to her side, trailing the stream with her.

A stream like this was a prized feature in any territory, providing the pack with accessible water, and perhaps even fish for those who could catch the swift denizens. If not fish there were at least muskrat, confirmed when a faint scent drew Kodiak to break from his Alpha's side and step to the stream bank, where he found the rotting remains of a small 'rat that looked to have been half eaten by some predatory bird.