Ouroboros Spine Stay Still And Breathe

Their howl finished and Tonravik took a moment to answer his question. The explanation was a simple one, but it was not reason enough a wolf to challenge Ton's claim over this land. Or maybe it was. Pride was a complex and stubborn thing. There was a reason why it was considered the father of all sins. Perhaps today's display was merely one example as to why.

"She is of one of the roaming packs," he informed his alpha. "Their followers seem proud." He thought back to their meeting, wondering if she'd dropped any other information worth sharing. He thumbed through his memory, picking at the details of the scenario from before. "They train warriors," or she did. There was something about her demeanor and her hesitance to play that had struck him as though her society may be more rigid. "And speak another tongue."

It was all he knew, but it was enough. Tonravik would do with that information as she pleased. He lingered, watching as Kodiak moved to clean the wounds upon their alpha's face. Kero watched, noting the extent of the damage and stealing back a mental sigh. Tongues were rough. They'd only reopen the wounds.

Saying nothing more, Kero turned and removed himself from the immediate area. He'd find Tonravik soon enough and check on her injuries, but for now he offered space.

-Kero exits-