Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

As Tonravik marked, Kodiak watched. He wanted to join her, but his acceptance under her rule was so fresh that he allowed her the space to leave her own scent, and just her own. In time, he would be less and less reserved as he moved toward his next goat, but his strategy dictated that he integrate more fully first. His only movement was a very slight lean forward, his nose seeking to capture a specific set of telltale scents from his dark leader, but none were present. He might have more closely inspected her leavings, but his intentions he wanted kept to himself, for now.

"They were foolish to leave," he rumbled as his gaze cast out across spine that encompassed them, and the valley that lay before them. He had said this was a favorable place and had meant it. It was easily defended, provided for all, and now had a strong Alpha at its head. Why leave?