Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

"The strong survive," he echoed with a nod of aggreement. She was right, if they had left than they were not made of the things that a Tartok pack valued, or expected, and would not have lasted anyway. Their weakness would have made them weaker as a whole if they stayed. Kodiak shook his head. He had not an ounce of care what they did with themselves so long as they did not return here. If they could not uphold their own decision, he would uphold it for them with force.

His Alpha looked to him, and instinctively he cast his gaze to her shoulder, able to watch her face with his peripheral sight while deferring to her status. Behind him his tail waved lightly as well, but he did not carry it, rather it hung naturally. His ears were cupped to catch any of the few words she may have to say, and he was attentive to any movements that would direct him.