Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Tonravik knew he meant his words, but she did not agree with him. "The strong survive," she growls, "They were unfit from the start." It was better they leave now, and that she know, now, that they were so weak of mind and frail of spirit, loyal to a woman who had become a ghost and could likely become a ghost again, given the woman had returned so quickly. Tonravik had taken her time until she knew she would not be called away again by her mother for war; it would seem, for the while, that all would be quiet. It did not surprise her. Tonravik wondered if she had new siblings...

She looked to Aklark, tail waving as she stepped toward him. Tonravik, observant herself, noted him sniffing. This she thought nothing of, as she often did the same, inspecting the scents of her pack mates quite frequently. Tonravik had no doubts that without them, Ouroboros Spine would still be strong. Now, there were no weak links.