Ouroboros Spine cut right through the ceiling

Kodiak nodded his head, acknowledging the compliment she gave. Only the first couple months of his life had been lived outside of Tartok, and it was an aggressive defense that won him the chance to be raised with the conquering pack instead of being slaughtered like so many others. The brown bear knew how to fight, and track, and knew how to hunt. He was nothing if not classically masculine, providing for and defending his pack and packmates. It was what he knew.

"Thanks. So do you," he said with another nod for emphasis. Kodiak did not give compliments easily or without meaning them. Echelon was small but fast and fierce. He had seen enough conflict to know that strength of body was not the only asset in battle. A well-placed bite was all it took to incapacitate or kill one's opponent, and a quicker more agile wolf could outmaneuver, where a stronger wolf like himself strived to overpower. Neither was more advantageous than the other.

"You were part of the takeover?" A statement spoken like a question, for the brown bear was certain her rank and closeness to Tonravik had given him the answer, but he preferred his suspicions be confirmed.