Ouroboros Spine Black as the Pit from pole to pole

Tonravik would normally not have accepted the words Sitri had said. But the circumstances she had come here under were odd, different. Tonravik, too, would owe and give this land more loyalty than she did the previous leader if said leader left without a word. Things had changed, now, however. She needed more than loyalty to a landscape. She noted his respect, and was appreciative and appeased by it as she navigated the territory slowly, surely, marking it as her own.

"Loyal, now, to me," she clarifies evenly, looking to him for a moment. Tonravik was not a wolf who could lie, and that others could and would was something she understood, but somehow never expected. That was because she was hardly ever lied to; one understood the severity of it. Tonravik had taken tongues for less. She was a hard woman with no give. The leader wanted to know that Sitri would not betray her, would become a true part of her already strong unit and make it one stronger. When Sitri clarified that this was the case, the two continued to move on along, marking and guarding the territory together well into the next day.