Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Tonravik watches him take in their scents, and she did not doubt that these were scents he would not forget. She is glad to hear it, and gladder still to have found the place the woman had come to, in order to find her wolves. It was better that she learn the territory, know it better than even the once-leader had. Surely the wolf would forget this place in lieu of learning another... and, if not, Tonravik would know it all the more, her mind keener for the fact that it had become hers. 

The leader looked to the area before moving to mark around it. Mine. Mine. Mine. Her scent was beginning to dominate the land she had taken over. The wolf who led this place once before would become only a memory to those that remained here only her regime; if ever they left, she would simply become nothing at all, which, to Tonravik, was how the other stood.