Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

I can't even put a person to her. ton irl prolly

The leader investigated, nosing her way through his furs. There she smelt mainly the brown bear, and also the Spine itself. She made short work of this investigation, not thinking his odor foul but rather wild. That, to Tonravik, was suitable; in time, he would smell of this place... wholly. Tonravik looked to Iqniq, pleased with his silence. She had plenty more to learn of the man, but it seemed he had learned plenty about her. She was easy to please: do your duty, be present... both of which Iqniq had been fulfilling. Of course, the leader was easy to aggravate, as well; but more often than not it was nothing a scuffle couldn't resolve.

She removed herself from his side, and moved back toward the patch of shade she had been laying in. Iqniq himself had plenty of fur, as the rest of them did, but perhaps the sun was not as taken with his colors as it was her own. She would not know. Tonravik circled the patch of land, pawed at it, and fell into an ungraceful seated position, before sliding lazily onto her stomach again. It was difficult to be productive when the sun gave off such heat. That he was a well-traveled wolf struck something in her, and after loosing a wide yawn (effectively cooling down her brain), she looked to the other again. "What do you know of outside packs?" Her head tilted, and one ear flicked absently.