Ouroboros Spine cut right through the ceiling

A chuff brought her to pause in her steps, ears turned back long before she had turned her head. At that point, she had brought her ears to attention, eyeing the dark wolf who had caused her to yield. She too had seen him once before, involving the ordeal with the coyotes some time ago. Beyond that, Echelon knew nothing about him and it was something that would not be learned through travel as she had with Kroc, though there were parts to that story that she did not know either, nor care for.

So instead of inviting him to join her, she waited for him to come to her, wondering if there had been some particular reason he had come trailing along behind her. She had her reservations of those that they took in, avoiding them to certain degrees akin to her personality. She had to be present and integrate herself if she wanted to place herself beneath Tonravik's reign, but that didn't mean she had to be pleasant in doing so. Not that Echelon was a particularly pleasant individual to begin with.