Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

Tonravik blinked at his question. She was inclined to stay in her silence, feeling that he had to understand that her not knowing much of him was truly irrelevant. It was not who he was before this place, or who he had been, or what he had done. What she knew of him was what he could do. He could hunt, as displayed during their pack hunt, and he could follow orders. He could dispatch of prey, and he had a good memory. His person, she gleaned in her own silence, was loyal; and she also believed that he enjoyed to speak because it was apparent that most wolves loved the sound of their own voices. If there was more, she would learn it. Words were hardly required for her interrogations. She was not all-knowing, but observant enough. She listened, in her silence. The silence now was all the answer she needed, in fact. Enough.

His confirmation that he understood her, they'll learn nothing of us, appeased her. No wolf out there was a friend of theirs; he was a part of this unit, and a part of their beginning. As he dipped his paws in the water, he spoke again. Tonravik nodded. The leader also knew Iqniq was smart, when he wanted to be. His mouthy side he had not displayed to her again. Very smart.