Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

His question was one that surprised her. Tonravik imagined he had learned by now what it was she was creating, here, what she wanted. "Family," she responds, looking to him. "A strong one. You are a part of it, now," and perhaps in time, in full. A time where his devotion was indisputable. He was worthy of the Spine; but could he be Tartok? She was near-certain he could, but it was wholly up to him.

For the while, there was that choice.

She wanted other things, too. Survival, the most basic. To thrive. To succeed and conquer. Cubs that would survive her, and continue the legacy, the great task of expansion. She was sure he could figure out what she wanted, the rest of it, anyway, on his own; she was not so difficult a creature to understand, nor to please.