Ouroboros Spine cut right through the ceiling

He made his approach, body delving into respect and understanding of where she stood within the chaos that was no doubt Tartok's ranks. Echelon was not one to be easily unseated from her own rank and because of his forthcoming introduction and mannerisms, was appeased. This one was smart, at least, not as arrogant as some of their other finds.

"Echelon," she returned, eyes still not leaving him. In the damp, warm air, she could pick up the musk of Tonravik easily. He had been around her recently, though of course so had she. The stench of coyote still lingered about them both. "You defend well," she praised on recall of this, her voice nothing more than a quiet hum against the ambient din of the forestry surrounding them.